Capitolo 50
Did it plant, while making the accurst of House?
That that of the flower, from this riven of the root,
Iphigenia, the unforgiven?
Also as it was the evil, so it is the pain:
He won't laugh in the House of the killed ones,
When the account has marked;
Him the hath but he spoiled and it paid again
The quota of the sword.
CHOIR.
I am lost; my mind dull-dagli eyes
He/she doesn't know neither touches
Where to fly neither to hide
While the spools of House.
The pluvius noise that falls
On the affrighteth of the roof me,
Washing away the walls;
Rain that bloodily falls.
Doth the sound ever decreases?
Here, the next time of the Fate
Sharpening his/her quota of revenge
On new sharpen-stones, for new
Constant work of hate.
MOURNERS.
You hadsts covered me, Earth, Earth of Or,
Or e'er that I was seemed so on my low gentleman,
In the marble become of strap of silvern boring!
What hands can you/they cover, that torn wounds can flow him/it?
Not thine, Donna of Or that it dared to kill him/it,
You dursts don't now cry to him, neither it begs him/it,
Neither pay to his/her soul the deep unworth
Of gift or prayer to forget hit of thy.
--Oh that with sincere heart
It will bring encomium or the pain
To placed on the sepulchre
Of the great head?
CLYTEMNESTRA.
Its burial is not thine to order.
From me he fell, from me he died,
I look at him/it to the grave, he/she didn't cry
From mourners of his/her housefolk; no,
His/her really child for one day as this
Attended, as it is convenient, and it will race
Whence give white of Acheron
Fold up him/it in his/her arm and to kiss!
CHOIR.
Here, her erst was insulted who
Revileth; and what will it say?
Loot taken by them that him spoiled,
Life-blood from them that kills!
Certainly while God the ensueth
His/her laws, while been racing of doth of Time
'Written Tis: On him that doeths
You/he/she will be done.
This is the law of God and the grace,
Who will chase then the run
Of curses from out this room?
The House is sealed withal