27 May 2012
Listen to my sweet, sweet song As I beatify the Land of the Dead With my ditties and tunes for you, m'lord To save my love who was sped. I travelled to Hades just for her To melt your hearts of skull And like the snake to charmer You shall feel my pull. Queen 'sephone, your majesty, Fertile keeper of Death, I'll soften you so I may renew My darling's long lost breath. Though you may all think me mad To take up such a task, No-one can resist my delicate airs, They will give me whatever I ask. Pluto, my liege, let me take her hand, Really it's not much to be giving, Let me take my dearest back Into the realm of the living. Her face here is deathly pale, She cannot move nor speak Just stare, blankly ahead, Eerily quiet and meek. Persephone, oh gracious one, Beautiful and wise, Let me have my love back Her blood to revive.
Out of here, a bat out of Hell Before my spell they break And once again your pretty soul They do reap, do take.
Orpheus • Opuss № I