Playing Dead – Dirge ~ Fallen Angels

Dirge ~ Fallen Angels (Instrumental)

Oh exercised in grief by arts refined
Oh taught to bear the wrongs of base mankind
Such was I, still tossed from care to care
While in your world I drew the vital air
Even I who from the Lord of Thunders rose
Bore toils and dangers and a weight of woes
To a base monarch still a slave confined
The hardest bondage to a generous mind!
Down to those worlds I trod the dismal way
And dragged the three-mouthed dog to upper day

– Homer’s Odyssey