The Odyssey: The Raid on Ismarus | War-Chant to Wound-Lament (Book 9) [Lyric Video]

Описание: A lyrical retelling of Book 9 of The Odyssey, recounting Odysseus’ raid on Ismarus and the first cost of lingering after victory.
The first city falls fast.
The second battle comes for free.
This song captures the moment Odysseus’ cleverness fails — not from trickery, but from hunger, pride, and delay. What begins as a triumphant war-chant fractures into grief as feast turns to slaughter, and six men from every ship are lost to a lesson learned too late.

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Original:
“First we sailed to the land of the Cicones at Ismarus.
We stormed the city, slew the men, and divided the spoil.
But my men, reckless, lingered and feasted,
till the Cicones rallied their neighbors.
They came upon us in force, and we fled with heavy loss,
six men from each ship.
So we left, grieving, driven on by storm.”

FULL LYRICS

Strike the gates and take their gold—
Let the song of steel be bold.
We came in fire.
We left in flame.
The Cicones remember my name.

We took their town like lightning strikes,
Our blades ran red, our timing tight.
Their walls were dust, their treasures spilled—
And every hand was trained to kill.
I split the spoils with open hand,
The oath was clear: We do not stand.

But wine makes fools of even kings,
And silence warns of darker things—
They lingered long where they should flee,
And fed their doom in revelry.

We took Ismarus, burned it clean,
But death came fast, and death came mean.
Six from each ship, names turned to smoke—
The sea is calm, but the gods awoke.
We feasted once, now count the cost—
We won the war, but look what’s lost.

The Cicones called — the earth replied.
Their spears came down like vengeful tide.
Horse and foot in endless leaf,
They danced through flame, they sang our grief.
From dawn to dusk, we held the line—
But war will take what isn’t mine.

Six per ship… six per song…
The wind remembers who was strong.
They lingered… lingered…
Now they sleep,
In waves too deep
For gods to keep.

I told them, Go. I begged retreat—
But hunger hums beneath defeat.
They drank too loud, they sang too long—
And now they’re ghosts inside this song.
Their names were sung, then swallowed whole—
By sword, by pride, by storm, by soul.

Who counts the dead when fires rise?
Who hears the cost beneath the cries?
What glory buys the blood we spill?
When victory forgets the kill?

We fled with smoke still in our hair,
The ships half-full, the sea unfair.
No chant could lift what we had done,
No helm could hide what we’d become.
The wind blew salt into the flame—
But left behind no man’s name.

We took Ismarus, broke the gate,
But folly fed our final fate.
Six from each ship, salt for their graves—
The tide is clean, but never brave.
We held the feast, we sang the boast—
Now every cup is to a ghost.

They lingered…
They lingered…
They did not run.
Now they belong
To no one.

Credits
All music, lyrics, and visuals by Seraphina Stardust and The School of Echoes.

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