The Dark Hand lingers within the Black Nothing,
Allow you wispy weapons to tighten firm.
Thou hast taken with maleficent yearning.
My hungering heart wishes to return
The disgraceful, soul splintering, punctured hole.
For my mind swoons and staggers with vengeance.
The haze of rage renders my being out of control,
The Eternal Listening hears my utterance
"Let her fall, the wasted one. Let it be done."
T'was this being that bore this torn, tarnished child.
I was the serpent suckling at her breast!
And like a serpent I shall curl around her chest
Free my Father's honour from the barren Mother
Clytemnestra shall drop, dripping her royal blood.
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