When the chorus airs its views
and their thoughts all condemn you;
Where will you turn to, Aessichylus
Where will you turn?

When your own friends berate you,
and cast you from their homes;
When can you rest, Aessichylus,
When can you rest?

When the fates bring misfortune
as punishment just;
Where will you run to, Aessichylus,
Where will you run?

When the gods carry hatred
anger and fire.
To whom will you cry, Aessichylus,
to whom will you cry?

When the past haunts your daydreams;
And your thoughts are never right;
And every action is replayed in 
The most unforgiving light;
And you shun the peace of midday
For the facelessness of night;
And you raise your fists in challenge
And you don't know who to fight;
And the universe, it mocks you
As you cower in fright;
How will you live, Aessichylus?
How will you live?

Aessichylus' pale face lifted
his eyes burned within;
"I will stand by my decision,
 if Hell itself caves in."