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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Clive Bayley
Clive Bayley
Bass
English National Opera Chorus
English National Opera Chorus
Choir
English National Opera Orchestra
English National Opera Orchestra
Orchestra
Martyn Brabbins
Martyn Brabbins
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Havergal Brian
Havergal Brian
Composer
Αισχύλοςx
Librettist
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Simon Perry
Simon Perry
Executive Producer
Alexander Van Ingen
Alexander Van Ingen
Producer
Dave Rowell
Dave Rowell
Recording Engineer

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Hail, Argive land!
Dear fatherland, all hail!
This tenth year’s light doth shine on my return!
And now this one heart’s hope from countless wrecks
I save! Scarce hoped I e’er to lay my bones
Within the tomb where dearest dust is stored.
I greet thee, native land! thee, shining sun!
Thee, the land’s Sovereign, Jove! thee, Pythian King,
Shooting no more thy swift-winged shafts against us.
I brought the news of Agamemnon’s safety,
How shall I mingle bad with good, rehearsing
The wintry wrath sent by the gods to whelm us?
Fire and the sea, sworn enemies of old,
Made friendly league to sweep the Achaean host
With swift destruction pitiless. Forth rushed
The tyrannous Thracian blasts, and wave chased wave,
Fierce ’neath the starless night, and ship on ship
Struck clashing; beak on butting beak was driven;
The puffing blast, the beat of boiling billows,
The whirling gulph (an evil pilot) wrapt them
In sightless death.
Dreadful! Horror! In sightless death.
In sightless death.
And when the shining sun
Shone forth again, we see the Aegean tide
Strewn with the purple blossoms of the dead,
And wrecks of shattered ships.
Written by: Havergal Brian, Αισχύλοςx

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