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Trikala (Greek: Τρίκαλα) is a city in northwestern Thessaly, Greece. It is the capital of the Trikala regional unit, and is located NW of Athens, NW, of Karditsa, E of Ioannina and Metsovo, S of Grevena, SW of Thessaloniki, and W of Larissa. The city is straddled by the River Litheon, which is a tributary of Pineios river. According to the National Statistical Service, Trikala had 80,900 inhabitants, while the apartment Trikkaion shows population density 133,150 inhabitants per square kilometer.
The region of Trikala has been inhabited since prehistoric times and the first signs of life in the cave of Theopetra are reach back to approx. 49,000 BC. Neolithic settlements from 6,000 BC have been discovered in Grand Kefalovriso and other locations.
The city of Trikala is built on the ancient city Trikka or Trikke, which was founded around the 3rd millennium B.C. and took its name by the nymph Trikke, daughter of Penaeus, or according to others, daughter of Asopus river. The city was an important center in Antiquity as the birthplace and main residence of Asclepius. In the region existed indeed one of the most important and ancient asclepieia. The city is mentioned in Homer's Iliad as having participated in the Trojan War with thirty ships under Asclepius' sons Machaon and Podalirius. In the Mycenean period, the city was the capital of a kingdom, and later it constituted the main center of the Thessalian region of Estaiotis, which occupied roughly the territory of the modern Trikala Prefecture.
In my shallow grave
I see the pictures of the past
All the anger starts to rave
My final ballot I have to cast
The time in a short span
The poets call it life
Notions are to ban
The fortune is a dive
My last glance
No foul hope
It is the hearts last dance
I shouldn't have taken the rope
In my shallow grave
I will enslave my mind
All the anger starts to rave
Needless creatures of my kind
What will await me
Exists the divine claw?
I feel the undertow
The last thing that I saw
My last glance...
What was the preachers plight
Where is the promised truth
I see no heavens might
No, my existence will fuse
In my shallow grave
I see the pictures of the past
All the anger starts to rave