chorus song 7

Misery is changing sides as justice is finally catching up to the faithless wife who murdered her husband. After ten years, the tide is turning and the murderess is being drawn into the grasp of justice. She killed her husband with her own hand, like a lioness hunting her prey. Misery is changing sides, the breeze varies round, and now blows fair upon my house. The day is past, when my chief fell murdered in his bath, and thy roof, and the very stones of the wall, ring with his cry, O cruel wife, why art thou murdering me on my return to my dear country? After ten long years, the tide is turning, and justice that pursues the faithless wife is drawn within his grasp, the murderess who slew her hapless good lord when he came home at last to these towering cyclopean walls, I, with her own hand, she smote him with the sharpened steel, herself the axe of lifting, unhappy husband, whether the curse that possessed that wretched woman, like the lioness of the hills that ranges through the woodland for her prey, she wrote the deed.