Ο Μαρσύας ήταν ένας Σάτυρος με απαράμιλλο μουσικό ταλέντο. Οι μελωδίες του αυλού του έσπρωχναν όσους τους άκουγαν τρελά και παρέσυρε ακόμη και τις νύμφες σε εκστατικό χορό. Όταν ο Απόλλωνας τον έμαθε, τον προκάλεσε να αγωνιστεί. Κανείς όμως δεν ταίριαζε άξια με τον Ήλιο, τον Θεό της Μουσικής, που με τη λύρα του βύθισε τα πλάσματα του δάσους σε μια σιωπή και με τα δάκρυα κυλούν από τα μάτια τους.
Enemy Of Reality – Serenade of Death
Στον ρόλο του Μαρσύα ο Γιάννης Τσότσος
The Hunter calls the Forest God
who dared in pride to wallow
a deaf-mute song, with no applaud,
the Faun against Apollo
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Through godly lyre he dies skinned
dark bile blood ink, his last drink
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It seems long ago,
when his fine notes deranged the maids
dancing till night fades
Now mere, tale of woe,
spell casting words have sealed his breath
I mourn a serenade of death
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Hysteria spits out of his flute,
all spirits reigned by madness
yet the Sun’s voice had left them mute,
condemning him to darkness
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Look at him, pinned, like a moth
he hangs, stripped-off, his skin-cloth
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It seems long ago,
when his fine notes deranged the maids
dancing till night fades
Now mere, tale of woe,
spell casting words have sealed his breath
I mourn a serenade of death
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It seems long ago,
when his fine notes deranged the maids
dancing till night fades
Now mere, tale of woe,
his fount of breath has been ripped off,
shivering screams, pleading “enough”
