We have seen the Universe, and conquer it we must!

My lord my liege, oh you master of the seven seas Said the commander to the Great Iskander, during the siege We have seen a whole new Universe, and conquer it we must! Across these mountains huge have we sent our people.
Carrying across all nations offers of truce,
If only they will submit and surrender to the great army, to us And they tell us of this world beyond anything ever seen Lands where rarely a foot from these Greek lands has ever been There grow honeys right on the trees, without the need of the bees And the beasts larger then ten men, trumpet loud enough to threaten heaven Their kings, oh so mighty and rich, powerful and conniving Much wealthier and larger in subjects than yourself, O mighty king! They paint their temples with plates of gold
And the people, work on the fields like strong balls, young and old 0h the feasts they have, with fishes and beast and wine
0 son of Cyrus, mightier as these lands are, they must be thine! Their butters take the golden glow, fruits they have large as a beast Wild beasts fill the forest, green lush& thick, far as the eyes can see The tongues they speak oh so very separate from our own But their temples bejewelled, and technologies top, this shall be your crown Their foods bring in the heat, and the cold and all around 0h and their potions! They bring the Gods appear to all of minds sound! My king, my Lord, oh the greatest of all the Macedon! With the riches and might of these villages and town You shall finally conquer the land of the gods, make it your own!