Here end the works of the sea, the works of love.
Those who will some day live here where we end—
should the blood happen to blacken in their memory and overflow—
let them not forget us, the weak souls among the asphodels,
let them turn towards Erebus the heads of the victims:
We who had nothing will teach them peace.
—George Seferis, from Mythistorema (My translation)
(Music by Ilias Andriopoulos, sung by the late, great Nikos Xylouris)