Ismarus Letra - Jorge Rivera-Herrans

Low on provisions, low on supplies

Six hundred guys sail north t'wards the port of Ismarus

Isn't this—?

The land of the Cicones

Yes

Weakened and feeble from fighting the war

The Cicones keep their food hidden, stored in Ismarus

Alright, listen up

The captain and his men devise a plan

Yes, Sir!

We're currently fighting against the current

We're low on nourishment and it's impossible to flourish

We are low on food, low on supplies

Need to feed six hundred guys

Need to beat this fleeting time with speed and resources in mind

Fellow brethren together we need a plan

Do we raid the nearest city or leave and take a chance?

Whoever wishes to speak please take a stand

Eurylochus

Eurylochus was second in command

Captain

Why not take the poor by the jugular

And hit 'em where it hurts now? (Captain)

Captain

Victors of the war

We don't have to ask permission or for trust now

Raid that city, sack that town

Where was their pity when they struck our men down?

Captain (Captain)

Tell me, did we come this far so we could all starve now?

If we don't get that food our lives are lost

If you take a life to save a life does it justify the cost?

Wait! There must be another way

Polites (Polities)

Polites, the captain's best friend

Why don't we leave the bloodshed for another day? (Another day)

The war is over, let's do no harm

Let's find a place with open arms

Get what we need

We'll play it safe and make it home

Even if we found another place, we might have these same problems

Assuming you live long enough to solve them

Eurylochus?

Captain?

Rally half the troops; you'll invade the city of Ismarus tonight

Yes, Captain

Eurylochus?

Captain?

Our men are not to use any lethal force in this fight

Sir, wait

Let me get this straight

You want no lethal force in a city wide raid?

That's correct

But sir, what exactly do you expect?

No lethal force, don't kill

What about that doesn't connect?

There's a reason I object

Forgive me sir, but that's preposterous

The second we attack there's bound to be some deadly consequence

I don't care!

I gave an order, enough said

The war was full of gore

No more of this bloodshed

Just steal what we need and then retreat

Polites (Polites)

What keeps you up so late at night my friend?

All I hear are screams, every time I dare to close my eyes

I no longer dream, only nightmares of those who've died

Nothing's what it seems

Nothing's what it seems

Not every choice is black and white

I keep thinking of the infant from that night

I keep thinking of the infant from that night

Hey