Once there was myth and mystery Now we destroy our ancient verse, our history The eyes of my comrades watching, they haunt me Dream a sinking ship
D'Oreste, d'Ajace Ho in seno i tormenti D'Aletto la face Gia morte mi da Squarciatemi il core Ceraste, serpenti O un ferro il dolore in me
to the gods: Few mortals have flown on wings Fierce idols drive blood son Through black heavens So how shall I dream? I'll weave a new verse each dawn
Since recorded time and since the dawn of man There have been three types of men The low man (to) the high man The rending of the world into three
like all men I was bound by many hopes I wish to live like all men I was bound by many hopes We have to pay the price My new chant begins No longer
My white canoe, like the silvery air O'er the River of Death that darkly rolls When the moons of the world are round and fair I paddle back from the
Upon the lake, upon the windless water Swim down to me, beautiful bird Mercy, stay not forever out of reach I hear, I hear your evening song Watered
Daughters, sons, river deaths: Faces pale like moons, and hands, bright stars Fair children, cradle water graves Vast river, spirits, can you hear
In your name, cruel sacrifice Embrace my art Love let me go In your name, cruel goddess touch Embrace this song, thy wind, thy womb Virginal steps
