[Vil]
Oh do not wish for a thing
'lest the gods punish you with it all
The things you're looking for you'll never
find
In this life
For all the auguries vague
Oracles drunk with a sulphur spring
Still sought the three-faced
Hecate
Cursing holes
On moonless nights
For what is more
Forever or never more
Never or forevermore
Seek not the
glories of the world
The fleeting beauty of things soon gone
The flowers of the meadow that spiders suck
Black as
disease
Don't look for coins in the ground
Don't turn the roadside carcasses
And don't you loaf too long on a
crossroads
On moonless nights
This for good kings of Argos
This for their gold and silk
Opium, honey and milk
Up on
the navel of the world
Beneath the Mother of Serpents
The fear of life
Burn our future sibylline
In the fires of a Roman
dream
Where do we go
Mother of serpents
I don't want to know
The night and Erebus proclaimed
And threefold Hecate
of hundred names
Who minds or who revenges injured love
On moonless nights
Oh don't eat the yellow snow
And don't you
never give all thy heart
Don't believe the voices of the dead
On moonless nights
This for a coin from the ground
This for
what's already mine
Never ever look behind