Lie me in the soil beneath a tall oak tree
In hopes of Zeus finding me
Feed me the golden apples
That cursed Adam and almost killed Eve
When I cough do not grieve
Watch my mouth begin to bleed
Surely the snake will see to my reprieve
Wipe me clean, gift me, immortality
So I may fight next to Athene
She set the stone inside, aside
Desires for us to abide