The Perfect Excuse Songtext
von ApoxiomeN

Fury, brother
That maggot took her away
Assemble your forces
All of Troy will pay

Insult to Sparta
Their last mistake
My hunger will be fed
Another throne I will take


Not a soul could have known
That stolen love could turn the tide
And simple man would have to pay
The debt of a royal whim
Blind to see even if shown
That beast from hell soon will ride
Jaws of steel coming for the prince
Claws of fire coming for him
Not a god could have saved
A man against the king′s pride
Filled with lust, with thirst and greed
All behind a smile grim

The perfect excuse
For a perfect plan
You ended our truce
I will conquer your land

Set your sails to the east
To where the sun will hurt your eyes
Where the sand burns your feet
Is where our victory lies

I must seize this chance
Put this insolence to an end
Thereupon and forever more
My name will ascend
The perfect excuse
For a perfect plan
I swear by Zeus
I will conquer your land


Fear us, tremble and quake
For no gifts we bring
Only chaos and war
To you and your king