Song of the Furies - Edenian

Up and lead the dance of Fate!

Lift the song that mortals hate!

Tell what rights are ours on earth

Over all of human birth

Swift of foot to avenge are we!

He whose hands are clean and pure

Naught our wrath to dread hath he;

Calm his cloudless days endure

But the man that seeks to hide

Like him, his gore-bedewèd hands

Witnesses to them that died

The Furies' troop forever stands

For light our footsteps are

And perfect is our might

Awful remembrances of guilt and crime

Implacable to mortal prayer

O’er our victim come begin!

Come, the incantation sing

Frantic all and maddening

To the heart a brand of fire

Do you hear the Furies' hymn?

That which claims the senses dim

Tuneless to the gentle lyre

Withering the soul within

Pride of all of human birth

Glorious in the eye of day

Dishonored slowly melts away

Trod down, trampled to the earth

Far from the gods, unhonored, and heaven’s light

We hold our voiceless dwellings dread

All unapproached by living or by dead

What mortal feels not awe

Nor trembles at our name

Hearing our fate…

The eternal law…

For old is our fame

Might never yet of its due honors fail

Though 'neath the earth our realm in unsunned regions pale