Veiled in Dignities of Wrath Lyrics

Father! My Breath cannot be drawn acquitted of pain
The tomb of my ended blood standing before me, illuminated by every start of Sirius, enclosing eternal, my paternal warrior. What suffering wrought to be expelled by angry lover.

My mother veiled in black, the murderer. Her bitter lips mirror curses, from the oracle. Her heart a fire for scornful equation, blazing further wrath into the house of Atreus.

Will matricide be the greatest gift to accursed kin?
Will the scale weigh even with this evil done dispatching the womb that bore me?
What renders blood, to stain upon a mothers floor?
But a son to equate his father's murderer!
Will the scale weigh even with this evil done?

I, the son of vengeance, sit upon the knee of Apollo, blessed with this curse.
Besotted with guilt, the blade that meets my hand is the meeting point for her life and death. The mockeries worn upon her body fall. The veils of her obsidian dignities swirl about to match the splashing garnets of blood...

Regret! How could the semen of my father find such a lowly egg to embrace?

The feigned milk and blood for from her teat, still sour in my serpentine mouth, but yet I drank it with greed in the sleep of her horrid dreams... What suffering wrought, to be expelled by angry lover.

The tomb of Agamemnon shudders in finality. Thirsty for the libation leaking from Clytemnestyra. All the grotesques of Hades rejoice with their winnings.

Father...