Achlys's lyrics & chords

Hesiod, Shield of Heracles 264 ff (trans. Evelyn-White) (Greek epic C8th or C7th B.C.) : "And beside them was standing Achlys, dismal and dejected, green and pale, dirty-dry, fallen in on herself with hunger, knee-swollen, and the nails were grown long on her hands, and from her nostrils the drip kept running, and off her cheeks the blood dribbled to the ground, and she stood there, grinning forever, and the dust that had gathered and lay in heaps on her shoulders was muddy with tears." Achlys (and the VanilliaLeaves) is a Doom Folk band forme...read more