The Horse and the Infant in an alternate universe

Alright, my brothers, listen closely
Tonight, we make the Greeks pay
Ten years of war, they've killed us slowly
But now we'll be the ones who slay
Think of your wives and your children
Your families wonder where you've been
They're growing old and yet you're still here
Do what I say, and you'll see them again (yes, sir!)
Sarpedon will lead the charge
Priam will flank the guards
Aeneas will let our mates
Through the gates to take the whole city at large
Paris will shoot any ambush attack
And little Iulus will stay back
Anchises, secure Hecuba and protect her
Astyanax, avenge your father, kill the brothers of Achilles (yes, sir!)
Find that inner strength now (whoo!)
Use that well of pride (whoo!)
Fight through every pain now (whoo!)
Ask yourself inside
What do you live for? What do you try for?
What do you wish for? What do you fight for?
(What do you live for? What do you try for?)
(What do you wish for? What do you fight for?)
Circe
Crce
And Telegonus
I fight for us
I fight for us
Circe
(What do you try for?) Telegonus
(What do you wish for?) I'm on my way
(What do you fight for?) Attack!
Who was that?
A vision
Of what is to come, cannot be outrun
Can only be dealt with right here and now
Tell me how
I don't think you're ready
A mission to kill someone's son
A foe who won't run
Unlike anyone you have faced before
Say no more
I know that I'm ready
(I don't think you're ready)It's just an infant
It's just a boy
What sort of imminent threat does he pose, that I cannot avoid?
This is the son of none other than Sparta's very own Prince Megapenthes
Know that he will grow from a boy to an avenger
One fueled with rage as you're consumed by age
If you don't end him now, you'll have no one left to save
You can say goodbye to (Circe)
You can say goodbye to (Circe) I could raise him as my own (he will burn your house and throne)
Or send him far away from home (he'll find you wherever you go)
Make sure his past is never known (the gods will make him know)
I'd rather bleed for ya (he's bringing you)
Down on my knees for ya
I'm begging please (oh, this is the will of the gods)
Please don't make me do this, don't make me do this
The blood on your hands is something you won't lose
All you can choose is whose