Battleroar - The Curse Of Medea lyrics

I am a wretched suffering woman Oh how I wish that I could die This agony that I have suffered Deep enough to make even gods cry Sons of a mother doomed What gain is life to me Oh to die and win release Quitting this loathed existence I did bind that accursed one By these strong oaths to me Oh to see him and his bride Brought of utter destruction The fierce black fury of my wrath A bitter cry of mortal lamentation I call on to the cursed traitor You'll pay for this humiliation A coward at the sight of steel With deadlier thoughts than mine No heart is filled No deadlier thoughts than mine Poor children your blood is mine Poor children your mortal blood is mine