Sons of Kings by The Hidden Hand Lyrics

Hold my son up to the gods, a shining
Child to behold. For soon his father
Will be gone, on the plains of Ilium
I must fall. Sons of kings I've turned
Away, but the ten year siege ends
Today my love. So hold him to the
Sky once more the harvest of the
Seeds of war you've sown

Beauty's curse a thousand ships ten
Thousand men upon the strand, so
Look at him and don't pretend
There is no sorrow in your eyes at all
He doesn't recognize my face beneath
This bronze I contemplate the end
They've made their sacrifice before
The altar of the gods of war they call

Pour the wine onto the sand, mix
The blood of fallen men. War for
Beauty must now end, leave the
Broken sword for the son. Sons of
Kings we return today forsaken by the
Gods we've slain we're lost. Our fast
Ships on the grey ocean, we kneel
And wash our weapons in the sea