"What can wash off the blood once spilled on the ground? / O hearth soaked in sorrow, / o wreckage of a fallen house. / Sunless and where men fear to walk / the mists huddle upon this house / where the high lords have perished."
—spoken by the Chorus, lines 48-53, The Libation Bearers by Aeschylus, as translated by Richmond Lattimore
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