Ovid's the Ibis

Not once before
Have my words displayed a scene of blasphemy
I stand, a man exiled, betrayal paints a fate for me
Robbed of my will, I will not forget
Now I'm so torn asunder, upon the pallid skin of the sea
It's blackness consumes me
Augustus, betrayer
By the gods, this Black Sea will
Wash with the tides of Scythian blood
Bound by this fate in Tomis

Pasiphae, Hear my plea for redemption
Augustus reigns with false intentions
Punish them, may they know pain
Vessels weakened, such as mine
Scorned, starved and diseased
Cut down, Godless
Wretched men
And gutless whores
Bodies of the sickly wash and scatter on their windswept shores
The damned, stumble, choking on their selfish prayers
Send them blight of endless ills

Can you hear my plea?
Answerless in Tomis
Death's out of reach
It eludes me
Washed by the shores of The Styx
Body weakens
Withers and breaks
Bound by this fate in Tomis

Bound by the grips of hell
Never to escape this putrid cell
Bound by the grips of hell
Never to escape this putrid cell

I grow weak with every passing second
In this vile tomb banished for eternity
The worst of thought break through my consciousness
Plaguing all sense of sanity

Pray for a way... out

See everything that shall be And take it away for me
Show them what it means to be Forgotten by their gods
Show them damnation
Show them desolation
Show them how their children
Bare the burdens of your actions Hear my plea
This fate is not for me
Take me from this earthly plane
And scorn them with disease

Show them damnation
Show them desolation
Show them how their children
Bare the burdens of your actions

Here I stand at the shore
And watch the tides turn red
I see the smoke of the pyre
I smell the flesh of the dead

I exhaust a bellowing laugh
As I hear the screams of the children of Aethalos kiss my ears
The night sky is lit dim like the Tomis sun
Thy has been done