Oresteia. The Unforgotten Scorns Lyrics

Adjourn me not of woeful song poison my heart with treacherous vexes. Spirit open thy aortal death-spring and bleed me unto burning sulfur.

From the full tables of Tantalus, to the swollen branches he cannot befinger, his cracked lips in pursuit of water, dry cheeks not sorrow-moistened for dining on man flesh with the gods.

For the white virgin, doth the ground tremble in a race against the king for his lineage. Pelops, in sabotage is victor splaying his corpse asunder.

See now the hardened breasts of swinging Hippodamia, the mouth of her murdered babe had wandered. Her blade is stained with his blood. Banished they, into Mycenae, the guiltless weapon clutched in her palm.

Witness the fouls of ill-minded Atreus - in vengeful flesh he hath wrought decadent murder of innocent kith. The bloody meal splashed within his brother only enough to make him wretch.

A nefarious zephyr wills its rule, bending sails upon sea chariots, pushing heart-ward the spears into Troy and laying waste her shores in flame.

Waste naught these falling tears of Orestes. Torn he between vengeance and justice his hands cleansed by Apollo. For a son always kills mother to absolve the weights of his father.

Red and hot doth the angry sun burn, how light the shores of our discontent!

How for we yearn our spoiled blood washed!

This blighted house swifted forgiveness. Split open thy aortal death-spring and bleed me unto burning sulfur.