Penthesilia



Gather 'round me, Penthesilia, your glorious leader! As we ready ourselves for battle On this enthralling day of destruction and bloodshed, Always remember, dignified warriors, Your reasons for risking your lives here, in Troy. As a mother toward her children, I regard you with the deepest admiration and affection. You can well comprehend that I am prepared to fight, To fight to the best of my ability And I demand the same of you. Some of you may perish today, Yet all here will know that you have died in full glory! You will have reached your proud end, Your proud end as courageous warriors, Fighting for a cause that each And everyone of us is fervent about. Always keep in mind, my comrades in arms, that men, Men, scum of the world, are placed upon this earth For two reasons and two reasons only: To prolong our race And to be deserving targets for our well-aimed, Virtuous arrows. Now seize your freshly honed, mighty weapons Aand bring many a man, Many a miserable man to his bloody demise!