Thebes, my place of birth. Native, and yet a foreigner.
Pentheus, king of order. In denial, and fear of others.
Divine and still unknown. Almighty and still uncrowned.
Revealing what can’t be shown. They mock, they laugh, they scorn.
They mock
They laugh
They scorn
Rejected, ridiculed, dismissed. They think, they live in bliss.
I strike all women with madness. Furies, maenads and mess.
Gathered on Mount Citheron. Orgies, libations and fun.
Out of sight of men. They dance, as free women.
They dance
As free
Women
Pentheus in loss of control, goes spying the females.
The king is now uncovered, thrown on the ground, dismembered.
They’re blinded by my power. Beheaded by his own mother.
Deny the darkness inside, and your whole mind will soon die.