House of Atreus

Death is in the deck of cards I lay out on the table
I look at every autograph, I look at every label
I see that what attracts me is the face that makes them mortal
I see the house of Atreus, blood on the portal
This is the house that Atreus built
This is the floor where the blood was spilt
This is the bed where he slept with his wife
This is the dress that she stained with a knife
This is the daughter that he offered up to the wind
Stopping her life so a war could begin
This is his son that he tore limb from limb
This is the flower that bleeds from the stem
This is the guest that he dared to offend
This is the house where this evil descends
This is the house, this is the house
House of Atreus
This is the house, this is the house
House of Atreus
Every sin spins a fresh sin, each crime breeds another
The curse of the daughter hovers over her father
Then drops like a plague, swells up and festers
The vengeance of Zeus is now Clytemnestra's
Must a son kill the one now who murders his father?
Must a son be the one now who murders his mother?
Shed blood for old bloodshed, slay two who slew
The house is a stage for the evil men do
No more blood, no more blood
No more blood
Death is in the deck of cards I lay on the table
I look at every prophecy, look at every label
I see that what attracts me is the key that makes them mortal
I see the house of Atreus, blood, blood on the portal
Death is a gate, makes her prophets wait
But that which will come will come
Death is a gate, makes her prophets wait
But everything will come
The end comes hand over hand, grasping in greed
Orestes is restless, Electra's expectant
Everything will come
Hand over hand, grasping in greed
Bad luck
Bad luck