“Straightway she cast into the wine of which they were drinking a drug to quiet all pain and strife, and bring forgetfulness of every ill.” (Odyssey, Book 4, v. 219–221)
In disgrace I stand, bloody suitor’s hand The usurpers rig, a memorial deed Stretch the bow again, arrows fly again Through the axes burn, through the sword condemn
She fooled us all; she said we’d wait, our egos bleed Then chaos was brought in, like father, like son, anger and seed
Pain; feel no pain No more strife Fake bliss cuts me like a knife Pain; no more pain Sorrow’s end It’s my honor I defend
War and voyage sane, twenty years of bane Hostile winds ahead, one-eyed horror head Many brave men fell, providential knell Bloody doom at sea, only gloom I see
The Sirens song, the man who listened, yet survived Two thousand days, five hundred more, oblivion, death was denied
Pain; feel no pain No more strife Fake bliss cuts me like a knife Pain; no more pain Sorrow’s end It’s my honor I defend
One day he woke, he stared, he swore, unite and gain Arrived alone, he beat us all, resourceful king, mighty again
Pain; feel no pain – Overjoyed, senses’ leaven – Illness gone, liquid heaven No more strife – Soothing grief, sweet abduction Fake bliss cuts me like a knife – Nepenthe Pain; no more pain – Overjoyed, senses’ leaven – Illness gone, liquid heaven Sorrow’s end – Soothing grief, sweet abduction It’s my honor I defend – NepentheTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
