Medea Lyrics

Oh, unfortunate one! Oh cruel!
Where will you turn? Who will help you?
What house or land to preserve you
From ill can you find?
Medea, a god has thrown suffering
Upon you in waves of despair
"I have many ways of death
Which I might suit to them
Even though death is certain,
I will take the sword myself
And kill and steadfastly advance to crime"
"I know indeed what evil I intend to do,
But stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury,
Fury that brings upon mortals the greatest evils" CHORUS:
"Ah wretch! Ah, lost in my sufferings
I wish, I wish I might die!" Oh, your heart must have been made of rock or steel,
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The fruit of your womb
Banished one! Shattered one! I see your wounds
In stained hands - all the blood's shed
It is your raw destiny
Leaving hateful existence behind you
There's no woman who would dare such deeds Go, worker in evil,
Stained with your children's blood
In a chariot drawn by dragons I see you
Not agreeing you're really a "worker in evil"
All of your love was anyhow unfold (And yet they say we live secure
at home,
While they do the fight in war
How wrong they are!
For I would gladly take my stand in battle
Array three times over,
Than bear one child.)