Aie!
bristling Terror struck
the seer of the house, the nightmare ringing clear
breathed its wrath in sleep, in the midnight watch a cry!
the voice of Terror
deep in the house, bursting down on the women's darkened chambers, yes, and the old ones,
sk**ed at dreams, swore oaths to god
and called, 'The proud dead stir under earth, they rage against the ones who took their lives.'
But the gifts, the empty gifts
she hopes will ward them off
good Mother Earth!
that godless woman sends me here... I
dread to say her prayer. What can redeem the blood that wets the soil?
Oh for the hearthfire bank
ed with grief,
the rampart's down, a fine house down
dark, dark, and the sun, the life is curst, and mist
enshrouds the halls where the lords of war went down.
And the ancient pride no war,
no storm, no force could tame,
ringing in all men's ears, in all men's hearts is gone. They are
afraid. Success, they bow to success, more god than god himself
But Justice waits and turns the scales:
a sudden blow for some at dawn, for some in the no man's land of
dusk her torments grow
with time, and the lethal night takes others.
And the blood that Mother Earth consumes clots hard, it won't seep through, it breeds revenge
and frenzy goes through the guilty, seething like infec
tion, swarming through the brain.
For the one who treads a virgin's bed
there is no cure. All the streams of the world,
all channels run into one to cleanse a man's red hands will swell the bloody tide. And I... Fate and the gods brought down their yoke,
they ringed our city, out of our fathers' halls
they led us here as slaves. And the will breaks, we kneel at their command
our masters right
or wrong! And we beat the tearing hatred down, behind our veils we weep for her,
Turning to electra.
her senseless fate.
Sorrow turns the secret heart to ice.