In the heart of ancient lands,
Where legends rise and kingdoms stand,
There once was a city proud and free,
Troy, the jewel by the Aetium's sea.
But whispers of war echoed round,
As Greeks and Trojans clashed unbound,
And fate wore threads of destiny In the shadow of a towering tree.
O Troy,
mighty Troy,
hear the call! The walls of your glory,
they shall fall
Beneath the weight of deceit and pride
As the gods above and fate collide.
Up the wooden depths of a cunning scheme,
A force emerged,
a Trojan dream,
A gift of peace or a deadly ruse,
The city's fate no one could refuse,
But within the walls eyes failed to see The Greeks concealed,
waiting to flee.
And so the force,
with silent stride,
Bore doom within a traitor's guide.
O Troy,
mighty Troy,
hear the call! The walls of your glory,
they shall fall
Beneath the weight of deceit and pride
As the gods above and fate collide.
The knights fell, Troy's faith was sealed,
Infiltrated by enemies sincere.
The city burned,
the heavens wept,
As flames consumed and warriors let.
Amidst the chaos heroes fought,
But Troy's destiny no more to rot.
And as the flames engulfed the sky,
A kingdom fell with a mournful cry,
Yet from the ashes tears arise Of valor,
loss,
and whispered sighs.
For in the fall of Troy,
legends are born,
Echoing through ages,
dust to morn.
O Troy, mighty Troy, hear the call!
The walls of your glory, they shall fall
Beneath the weight of deceit and pride
As the gods above and fate collide.
So let the winds carry Troy's name,
A testament to glory forever the same.
For in the annals of time it shall enthume
A tragic tale of a kingdom pure.