Clyteamnestrandrown me in the bath tubnslash my throat whilenI dye the water rednI came back, I came back from a warnsieged the mighty gates of Troynand was blown of coursena witch in, a witch in royal clothesnslipped her way onto the thronena seat of goldnAegisthus, Aegisthus, my sweetest friendnbetrayal is the first means to and endnI forsook, I forsook Cassandra seernoh, I should have listenednnmy Cassandra cast awaynthe witch queen sliced her heart in halfnI yearn for Achilles' placento meet him face to facenat the gates of HadesnCerberus is fast asleepnI've no place to benlike love on a sliding hillnit will always follow menthe netherworld is calling to mennoh, my Cassandra cast awaynI'm sure I've lost her to the seanthe netherworld is calling to menoh, I've no place to benlike a lost soulnI yearn for Achilles' placento meet him face to facenat the gates of HadesnCerberus is fast asleepnthe netherworld is calling to mennClytaemnestranI'm not anxious, you'll soon be dead