FutbolTango
Hoplite
Sing to me, O Muse, of the voyages of yore,
When I, a veteran of old worlds, once more,
Return to the realm of Grepolis, land of strife,
Longing for epic battles and the pirate's life.
In days of old, we roamed the waves so vast,
With ships of oak and sails as taut as mast,
Braving tempests fierce and battles bold,
Subjugating larger alliances, as tales were told.
As the sun dips low beneath the horizon's glow,
I yearn for the comrades of battles long ago,
Those daring souls who fought by my side,
With courage and honor, no place to hide.
To the farthest reaches of the boundless sea,
Where the isles whisper secrets of history,
There, amidst the shadows of craggy shores,
Lies the haven of pirates, forevermore.
With cunning and guile, we waged our wars,
Striking swiftly, like the lion's claws,
Ambushing foes with stealthy might,
In the cover of darkness, under the starry night.
Now, as I return to this realm of old,
My heart beats strong, my spirit bold,
For I seek not riches nor fleeting fame,
But the bonds of brotherhood, ever the same.
So, hear me, O comrades of the salty spray,
As I call out to you from afar today,
Let us reunite, as in days of yore,
And reign once more, upon the ocean's floor.
And to you, Black Pirates, and your crews so brave,
Whose names inspire both fear and awe on the wave,
I send forth this call, across the vast sea,
To join me once more, in revelry and glee.
Let us raise the black flag, and set sail once more,
To plunder and pillage, as in days of yore,
For in the heart of every pirate beats true,
The longing for adventure, and the comrades we knew
When I, a veteran of old worlds, once more,
Return to the realm of Grepolis, land of strife,
Longing for epic battles and the pirate's life.
In days of old, we roamed the waves so vast,
With ships of oak and sails as taut as mast,
Braving tempests fierce and battles bold,
Subjugating larger alliances, as tales were told.
As the sun dips low beneath the horizon's glow,
I yearn for the comrades of battles long ago,
Those daring souls who fought by my side,
With courage and honor, no place to hide.
To the farthest reaches of the boundless sea,
Where the isles whisper secrets of history,
There, amidst the shadows of craggy shores,
Lies the haven of pirates, forevermore.
With cunning and guile, we waged our wars,
Striking swiftly, like the lion's claws,
Ambushing foes with stealthy might,
In the cover of darkness, under the starry night.
Now, as I return to this realm of old,
My heart beats strong, my spirit bold,
For I seek not riches nor fleeting fame,
But the bonds of brotherhood, ever the same.
So, hear me, O comrades of the salty spray,
As I call out to you from afar today,
Let us reunite, as in days of yore,
And reign once more, upon the ocean's floor.
And to you, Black Pirates, and your crews so brave,
Whose names inspire both fear and awe on the wave,
I send forth this call, across the vast sea,
To join me once more, in revelry and glee.
Let us raise the black flag, and set sail once more,
To plunder and pillage, as in days of yore,
For in the heart of every pirate beats true,
The longing for adventure, and the comrades we knew