CHORUS:
You are dreaming, children,
dreams dearer than gold, more blest
than the Blest beyond the North Wind's raging.
Dreams are easy, oh,
but the double lash is striking home.
Now our comrades group underground.
Our masters' reeking hands are doomed -
the children take the day!
ORESTES:
That thrills his ear,
that arrow lands!
Zeus, Zeus, force up from the earth
destruction, late but true to the mark,
to the reckless heart, the k**ing hand –
for parents of revenge revenge be done.
LEADER:
And the ripping cries of triumph mine
to sing when the man is stabbed,
the woman dies -
why hide what's deep inside me,
black wings beating, storming the spirit's prow –
hurricane, slashing hatred!
ELECTRA:
Both fists at once
come down, come down -
Zeus, crush their skulls! k**! k**!
Now give the land some faith, I beg you,
from these ancient wrongs bring forth our rights.
Hear me, Earth, and all you lords of d**h.
CHORUS:
It is the law: when the blood of slaughter
wets the ground it wants more blood.
Slaughter cries for the Fury
of those long dead to bring destruction
on destruction churning in its wake!