The Helots
The sound of their fear,
The cries of their women and children, the shriek of their doom that is near.
The cries of their women and children, the shriek of their doom that is near.
Ye gods, without pity—
Our gods are more strong—
Ye kings of the city,
Who goad us with wrong—
With wrong and with wild desperation, demand of your spirits, How long!
Our gods are more strong—
Ye kings of the city,
Who goad us with wrong—
With wrong and with wild desperation, demand of your spirits, How long!
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