The Ills To Come Lyrics

For dark what the gods will

Creeps on; and none can tell

The ills to come: this fortune

From the sight obscures

For ever, in dreary realms below

Thee, o'er whose limbs the bloody drops shall soon

Be from the lavers sprinkled, I lament

But, O unhappy strangers

Say, whence came you?

Sail'd you long since for this land?

But long will be your absence from your homes

For ever, in dreary realms below

Thee, o'er whose limbs the bloody drops shall soon

Be from the lavers sprinkled, I lament.