And if you find your Illium
And if you build your troy
I hope you feel the pain I felt
Twice upon your sword

Aeneas on your noble hands
My life shall stain with blood
Let Dido’s curse rest in the mind
A shade begot by love

Carthage shall this grudge recall
Upon your 7 hills
And nothing less than misery
Will remind you who you killed

And though with hate I suffer now
The truth is deeper still
For I love you with my dying breath
And know I always will
Beyond this world into the next
I know I always will