Very deep poem, I did not write it, some greek guy did a long time ago.

Oh, the torment bred in the race,

the grinding scream of death;

and the stroke that hits the vein,

The hemorrhage non can staunch, the grief;

the curse no man can bear. 

But there is a cure inside the house,

and not out side it, no;

not from others, but from them,

their bloody strife; we sing to you, 

dark gods beneath the earth.     

Hear now, you dark and ancient forces underground,

Answer the call, send help.

Bless the children, give them triumph now.