Homer. The Iliad (№ 117287)

What can I broadcast on the buyouts, what do you say, insane?
So, until Patroclus was enjoying the sunshine,
Pardon the sons of Troy sometimes I was nice.
Many of you polonium, and many redemption I made.
Now you no mercy to anyone who just demon
In my hands will lead under the walls of Troy Promoveu!
All you Trojans, death, and especially the children of Priam!
So, my dear, die! And what are you crying so much?
Patroclus died, much you foremost mortal!
See how I can be myself, and handsome, and majestic appearance;
The son of a famous father, the mother have the goddess;
But I'm in the land of the mighty destiny can not be avoided;
Death will come to me in the morning, in the evening or at noon,
Quickly, and only enemy, and my battles on soul rend.
Or hitting a spear or winged bow