“Lavinia sees the specter of her dead husband reaching out to her with charred, fleshless fingers. She steps back in horror, loses her balance… and tumbles down the stairs.
She gets up, surprised and amazed to feel no pain. And then she sees her own body lying twisted and broken at her feet. She looks up in confusion: the Angel and her Furies!”
Lavinia: So who the hell are you?
Angel of Death: I'm glad to be the one who gets to tell you You have come to the end, you're about to Descend into the underworld There is no way that I'll waste my time on you I'm sick and tired of your lies and immune To your cries of desperation!
Lavinia: No! I won't accept this is my fate, I am not to blame I was misled and confused Now send me to the other place, let me clear my name You have to listen to my story!
Angel of Death and the Furies: They are all alike, they die, they plead for their life, They lie, then break down and cry I know damn well why I dislike the greed in your eyes Yeah right, I won't grant you time
The Furies: Your story… is over!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
