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Come on back and hold me down

You took the light from out my eyes

Your gods are cruel

And your faith is unkind

And I will bury you

No matter this - they are blind

And I am helpless at their feet

Two minutes before

You were shaking at my side

Where are you now?

Lucius: Give us the proudest prisoner of goths

That we may hew his limbs

And on a pile, ad manes fratrum

Sacrifice his flesh

That so the shadows be not appeased

Tamora: Titus, rue the tears I shed

A mother's tears in passion for her son

And if thy sons were ever dear to thee

Oh, think my son to be as dear to me

Sufficeth not that we are brought to Rome;

But must my sons be slaughtered in the streets?

Come back, come back to me, my child

I will heal you of all your wounds

Come back, come back to me, my child

Tamora: I will find a day to massacre them all

And make them know what 'tis

To let a queen kneel in the streets

And beg for grace in vain

If I had a knife

I would cut out your heart

If I could untie these chains

I would wrap them 'round your throat

I will find a way to take your life for this

Set me free for one more day;

That day will be your last

Aaron: Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top

Safe out of fortune's shot

And sits aloft, secure of thunder's crack, or lightning flash

Advanced above pale envy's threatening reach

As when the golden sun salutes the morn

And, having gilt the ocean with his beams

Gallops the zodiac in his glistering coach

And overlooks the highest peering hills