To me these are no imagined troubles. For there indeed are the hounds of wrath to avenge my mother. ChorusIt is that the blood is still fresh on your hands; this is the cause of the disorder that assails your wits. OrestesO lord Apollo, look! Now they come in troops, and from their eyes they drip loathsome blood! ChorusThere is one way to cleanse you: the touch of Loxiaswill set you free from this affliction.