myths of old Lyrics

See how Sisyphus climbs up the hill

Rolling his boulder until

He reaches the top and looks down upon the plains

And when night falls, the boulder rolls back down again

Are you happy, Sisyphus?

Or are you like the rest of us?

See how the ocean wind fills up the sails

As the soldiers exchange their epic tales

They sing "oh, the gods have brought me victory"

But there are terrors upon terrors in the sea

Are you home yet, Odysseus?

Or are you like the rest of us?

Oh I know you miss the sunlight

And your mother's gentle hands

But you're in the darkness, underground

As snow befalls the land

But I know one day you'll be there

With the flowers and the trees

Oh Persephone, you're just like me