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.