To kill my brother and storm his gates.
Seven against Thebes, against Eteocles,
to slit his throat and defy the fates.
I submit, I listen, as rage dictates,
to obey the whispers in the breeze,
to kill my brother and storm his gates.
Such savagery my mind creates.
To find some peace, to be at ease,
to slit his throat and defy the fates.
Supposing Father’s curse awaits…
before I die I will be pleased
to kill my brother and storm his gates.
Our eyes meet, our fear abates.
Seven against Thebes, follow Polynices,
to slit his throat and defy the fates!
A story so grim that Death narrates.
My purpose fades, my intention flees,
I killed my brother and stormed his gates,
He slit my throat and… no one defies the fates.
He slit my throat and… no one defies the fates.
Polynices and Eteocles were the sons of Oedipus. When Oedipus blinded himself, he cursed his sons to battle over their inheritance.
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