he who took my daughter now is my foe,
for this world is filled with sorrow and woe.
He just took her, out of my sight,
now i shall destroy him with all my might.
No longer do i hear music nor song,
for it's her i want, the one i long.
My brother won't help me,
so i'll take matters in my own hands,
for there will be no growth nor harvest in his greek lands.
I suspect my brother, the spirit of evil,
he always had eyes for her that sly little  devil.
My poor little goddess, she's probably crying,
i will go straight down to the land of the dying
I WILL get get her back, that i swear,
he shall challenge me if he dares.