GODS OF THE PROARCHÉIA :
Battleships sail ahead over the ocean of Sorrow,
Deployment of armadas.
ÉPHAPSAMÉNÉE :
Braves !
Destroy this fleet !
Fight !
GODS OF THE PROARCHÉIA :
Defeat !
ÉPHAPSAMÉNÉE :
Héménaï is breaking of the floods,
We must face her anger.
None shall retreat !
We are in crushing odds.
I'll bring you down, Xunisopantès,
For your treason.
I'll take your lives,
Each of you, Pharmelides !
Fear our naval superiority !
GODS OF THE PROARCHÉIA :
Charge ! Bold !
Stand ! Kill !
ÉPHAPSAMÉNÉE :
Companions came off in the storm !
Put the enemy's fleet to flight !
I can see their flagship
Beyond the fog.
Hoist us up to her side,
Avenge our deads !
CHOIR :
Trust to fate, glorious king,
At close range with the god of wrath.
Brave the fury of the seas,
Cruelty, intervention,
- Floods have blown off your sword -
Disarmed...
Chest exposed...
Disaster falls on our people,
Battleaxe is throwing down !
