Death is in the deck of cards I lay out on the table I look at every autograph, I look at every label I see that what attracts me is the face that makes them mortal I see the house of Atreus, blood on the portal
This is the house that Atreus built This is the floor where the blood was spilt This is the bed where he slept with his wife This is the dress that she stained with a knife This is the daughter that he offered up to the wind Stopping her life so a war could begin This is his son that he tore limb from limb This is the flower that bleeds from the stem This is the guest that he dared to offend This is the house where this evil descends This is the house, this is the house House of Atreus This is the house, this is the house House of Atreus
Every sin spins a fresh sin, each crime breeds another The curse of the daughter hovers over her father Then drops like a plague, swells up and festers The vengeance of Zeus is now Clytemnestra's Must a son kill the one now who murders his father? Must a son be the one now who murders his mother? Shed blood for old bloodshed, slay two who slew The house is a stage for the evil men do No more blood, no more blood No more blood
Death is in the deck of cards I lay on the table I look at every prophecy, look at every label I see that what attracts me is the key that makes them mortal I see the house of Atreus, blood, blood on the portal
Death is a gate, makes her prophets wait But that which will come will come Death is a gate, makes her prophets wait But everything will come The end comes hand over hand, grasping in greed Orestes is restless, Electra's expectant Everything will come Hand over hand, grasping in greed Bad luck Bad luckTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
