Thyresias lyrics

I, Thyresias, Old man with wrinkled dugs Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest I, too awaited the expected guest. He, the young man, arrives. After the torchlight red on sweaty faces After the frosty silence in the gardens After the agony in stony places The shout and the crying Prison, place. And I Thyresias have foresuffered all Enacted on this same grave or bed I, who have sat by Thebes below the wall And walked among the lowest of the dead.