We were not gods; my love could not change the fates, and your divine blood could not bring back the dead. In the end, our spilled blood was not golden ichor, it was red and mortal. And our song was not one of glory and gold. In the end it was tragic and human, like us.

An attempt at a chronological playlist for Achilles and Patroclus, from the youthful summer days of falling in love by the sea to the days of blood and tears spilled on the sands of Troy.

Updated 11/3/17

20 tracks