your own handiwork to the war-god, master of the spear, abandoning Troy to wretchedness?

ChorusMany a well-horsed car ye yoked on the banks of Simois, and many a bloody tournament did ye ordain with never a prize to win; and Ilium’s princes are dead and gone; no longer in Troy is seen the blaze of fire on altars of the gods with the smoke of incense.

ChorusThe son of Atreus is no more, slain by the hand of his wife, and she herself hath paid the debt of blood by death,