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Pallas the Arcadian, the son of King Evander, is sent with Aeneas back to the war. Evander is far too old to be fighting wars anymore so he entrusts his young son to Aeneas, that he be taught how to fight and lead, always under the protection and watchful eye of Aeneas. Itching to get into the battle proper, Pallas leads his Arcadian soldiers into the fray on foot, as the muddy banks of the Tiber have made their horses unsteady. Pallas kills a great number of men and brings honor to his name and people.

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Oh such hands I’ve been entrusted to, Evander he said his prayers
An alliance reforged by the clasping of wrists to keep me safe, to keep me safe

And he said, “I charge you watch after my son”
And he said, “ That’s my only one”
And he said, “Show him how to lead and how to fight”
And he prayed, “Hear my righteous plea”
And he prayed, “Have mercy on Arcadian kings”
And he prayed, “If he’s destined for death than strike me down”

But father don’t you understand, that this is my rite.
A path towards green pastures breaking up this pastoral life.
So father can you understand, will you ever cheer up?
For it’s not with wine but honor I intend to fill my cup.

Feeling hindered and tame by the softness of earth
Dismounted on foot as we charge
Now is not the time to rely on our feet
But swords in hands to swing at our bitter foes

And he died Hisbo with his furious charge
And he died Halaesus struck him straight in the heart
And he died poor Lagus and Ladon and Pheres, Strymonius too
And they felt the shudder as the shield starts to crack
And they felt the sting of my spear in their back
And they felt the weight of their shame their tails between legs, cut them off as they scatter.

But father don’t you understand, that this is my rite.
A path towards greener pastures breaking up this pastoral life.
So father can you understand, will you ever cheer up?
For it’s not with wine but honor I intend to fill my cup.

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from Portents + Prophecies, released January 22, 2016

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