Gods of the proarchéia :
Battleships sail ahead over the ocean of sorrow,
Deployment of armadas.
Éphapsaménée :
Braves !
Destroy this fleet !
Fight !
Gods of the proarchéia :
Defeat !
Éphapsaménée :
Héménaï is breaking of the floods,
We must face her anger.
None shall retreat !
We are in crushing odds.
I'll bring you down, xunisopantès,
For your treason.
I'll take your lives,
Each of you, pharmelides !
Fear our naval superiority !
Gods of the proarchéia :
Charge ! bold !
Stand ! kill !
Éphapsaménée :
Companions came off in the storm !
Put the enemy's fleet to flight !
I can see their flagship
Beyond the fog.
Hoist us up to her side,
Avenge our deads !
Choir :
Trust to fate, glorious king,
At close range with the god of wrath.
Brave the fury of the seas,
Cruelty, intervention,
- floods have blown off your sword -
Disarmed...
Chest exposed...
Disaster falls on our people,
Battleaxe is throwing down !