Ode 3

House of Atreus proud throughout greece
Magnificent out Troy
Magnificent out Troy
It is the old curse
Caught up with you again
It is the old curse
Caught up with you again
Ever since the brothers felt fighting over a certian golden round
Children have died, being quicked implied
And eaten
There is no shortage still, of murder
In the house of Atreus
For Orestes to cut his mother till she died
Was nothing noble
To hold the dripping blade for the polar to be hold Was hardly brave
Sunlight glimted of the blade
Over the unholy battle for justifying violence, madness creates like maggots in
the dark. Claude nestra was petrefied screaming in terror, my son Orestes my
child. Would you defy the holiest of holiest, would you murder the mother who
gave you life. Will you honor the blood bonded with your father and live in
shame forever?
What act is more caotic what way of pain is greater
What story is more tragic than the world has to tell?
That of his sons hands stained by his mothers blood
And so of course, Orestes has gone mad
In fury he is loosing his mind, his eyes are left with blood
His mother bare her dress to him as a baby
And again when he raise
His sword over her
She opened her golden dress to him
But Orestes showed slaughter in revenge
For the murder
Of his father
And the blade came plunging down
Plunging down