Polyphemus 歌词

I sit in a darkness more deep than my cave And curse the bold hero who gave me my grave For no one will fear when they see this blind fool To leave me alive was a torment most cruel I once was a Giant, but now I'm a craven My dirge is the song of white sheep and black raven I curse the brave man who would not stand and fight But who gave me to death when he put out my sight He sharpened my stick while I slept unafraid Then burned it red-hot in the fire I had made He stabbed it down into my eyelid so deep He robbed me of sight as he robbed me of sleep My sheep when to pasture and never returned The coals are so cold where my bonfire once burned I hear the birds call as the night gathers near And folds me in silence as deep as my fear I sit in the cold and the night of the blind And curse that foul captain and all man-unkind I pray he will wander as I never can And wish for the sight of his own kin and clan The sheep on the hillsides call lost in the night They cannot be gathered by one without sight The ravens are waiting on branches nearby To pluck at my bones when I lay down and die