Fight for sisters hovering over us

Do you hear us

Do you hear us

In your round there is singing

In your round there is dancing

But not for joy

Not joy

Not joy

In your round there is salt tears and cries of bitter pain

Your wing shadow dark in the sky

The sky

You ministers of justice, who must be payed in blood

Won't you release Orestes

Release Orestes

Were starred him to sanity

Removed from his memory

It's some uncontrollably frenzy

This uncontrollable frenzy

He is the son of Agamemnon

Agamemnon

Poor poor Orestes

What troubles what do

You brought upon yourself when he entered the underground chamber at the center of the earth

And dare to a trust the oracle of Apollo

What is this bloodsoaked quarrel that compells you Orestes

What fainters your to strings of your mothers blood

Corsing through the halls of the house of Atreus

And driving you mad

And driving you mad

We grief grief for Orestes

Grief

Grief

Grief

There is no happines so selcure, it may not be dashed like a flimsy sinking ship

On the vicious box of necessity

The line of Tantalus was great in deed

What other house should i reveal,

if not the line that sprang from the marrige of Tantalus with the divine

Tantalus with the divine