Lyrics

[Intro – Telemachus, young male style voice ] (0:00–0:20)

(low strings, heartbeat drum)
Telemachus:
“Eva, please—don’t start this fight.
Father’s here… let tonight be right.
We waited, we prayed, we burned every flame,
Don’t tear apart what little remains.”

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[Verse 1 – Evangeline Rap, female style voice] (0:20–0:50)

(sharp violas, woodblock beat, fast patter,)
Evangeline:
“You sit on that chair like a crown never cracked,
Like the years never bled, like the past don’t act.
Twenty years gone—while the suitors grew fat,
While we starved on silence—what do you call that?

Throne built of bones, graves stacked high,
You boast of storms but you never saw ours cry.
You swing your war stories like banners in flame—
But we lived the ashes while you carved a name.”

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[Verse 2 – Odysseus Response, older male style voice] (0:50–1:15)

(brass enters, slow and heavy,)
Odysseus:
“You don’t know what I’ve carried—
the weight, the wounds, the endless night.
Every mile was blood and fury,
every breath another fight.

You weren’t there when gods conspired,
when storms tore men apart.
Don’t spit at me for surviving, girl,
when survival was all I had to guard.”

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[Verse 3 – Evangeline Rap Build] (1:15–1:45)

(tempo quickens, percussion harder)
Evangeline:
“Oh, I know enough!
Six hundred fell to your war songs,
Six hundred drowned in your storm wrongs.
Six hundred fathers, six hundred sons—
And you stand here, crowned, like the only one!

Your stories are thunder, your words are fire,
But all of your glory’s built on a pyre.
You call it duty, I call it cost—
You brought home a kingdom but left us lost!”

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[Telemachus Interjection] (1:45–2:00)

(high strings, frantic)
Telemachus:
“Eva—please! He’s my father, stop!
Don’t rip the wound when it just healed shut.
We waited, we prayed, we begged the skies,
Don’t break him down with your raging cries!”

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[The Dagger Line – Callback] (2:00–2:25)

(music drops to single cello, faint motif of “Open Arms” underneath)
Evangeline (slowing, bitter):
“You want us to greet you with open arms…
Yet six hundred died in yours.”

(silence — heartbeat drum alone)

Odysseus (shaken, whispered):
“…Polites.”

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[Verse 4 – Evangeline Soft] (2:25–2:50)

(harp + low violins, almost mournful)
Evangeline:
“He sang of you, believed in you,
While we scraped our lives with hope.
He dreamed of home, of hearth, of light…
But hope alone don’t help us cope.

You talk of storms on foreign shores,
But what about the storms at home?”

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[Final Clash – All Three] (2:50–3:15)

(full drums, brass, strings raging like thunder)

Evangeline (fast, furious):
“You don’t get to play the hero here!”

Odysseus (booming, raw):
“You don’t know the blood that I’ve borne!”

Telemachus (desperate, cutting in):
“Both of you—please, no more!”

(voices overlap, clashing — Evangeline’s rap rising, Odysseus’ baritone roaring, Telemachus crying in high strain. Instruments surge, then CUT to silence on a dissonant unresolved chord.)