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...