O Mountain!
That hill where 'pon shepherds tend.
Sheep flock with men, o'erwatched by day.
Your shadow blackens as night draws in.
O Gods!
Cruel is she known as Fate.
Phoebus Apollo at Delphi sits
And plots Men's life, death and pains.
Oedipus!
Wretched babe -
Left to die on Cithaeron's side
But saved from Hades by a shepherd's hand.
O King!
Laius, of Thebes,
Pierced the feet of a new born babe.
Abandoned his son to thwart a Fate.
O Fate!
Horrible to see.
A father killed, a mother bedded
By the babe thought dead by mortal Men.
Oedipus!
That babe no more,
Raised by Polybus of Corinth,
Now King of Thebes -
O Death!
A blow, unwittingly given,
That slew his father
As Apollo sat watching.
O Cithaeron!
Mountain of madness.
That witness to folly -
A shepherd saved a babe to slay a King.