Above the apartment blocks
Old and ancient hills arise
It's high upon these rocks
That Athena got her prize

At the Parthenon there's strife
People gather at the place
Want to keep something alife
Something lost in time and space

Assembly of white dressed men
And women wearing flowers
Chanting at the Goddess' den
But at Greece's holy towers

Bearded monks, a fierce debate
Shocked by this competition
They march towards Athens' gate
It is their holy mission

To wipe this pagan disease
From blessed Byzantine ground
So that their holy Greece
Can again be safe and sound

Assembly of black dressed nuns
Marches to Acropolis
Make your choice, oh Hellas' sons
The church or this divine Miss?

And meanwhile, the barbarians wonder what to think of all this...