The Furies in all their rage hath not the vengeance in his soul
Which boils like the maelstrom and spills upon the shore
The tide rising higher and higher
til it fills the lowland of their bitter malcontent
If righteous indignation had the power heaven holds
The sea now wormwood should turn crimson in this night
But darkness has this stake alone which knoweth not the Good
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The Furies in all their rage hath not the vengeance in his soul
Which boils like the maelstrom and spills upon the shore
The tide rising higher and higher
til it fills the lowland of their bitter malcontent
If righteous indignation had the power heaven holds
The sea now wormwood should turn crimson in this night
But darkness has this stake alone which knoweth not the Good
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