You must learn to bury the fury born of betrayal.
You must go on living, carrying the resolve for revenge within you…
You must learn to bury the fury born of betrayal.
You must go on living, carrying the resolve for revenge within you…
The serpent, mother's symbol, coils around the bronze cup brimming with poisoned wine,
A shadow vast, leading him down paths of betrayal and sin.
Before the temple's flickering candlelight he stands,
Blood on his hands—a stain no prayer can cleanse.
The serpent, mother's symbol, coils around the bronze cup brimming with poisoned wine,
A shadow vast, leading him down paths of betrayal and sin.
Before the temple's flickering candlelight he stands,
Blood on his hands—a stain no prayer can cleanse.