Vociferous Bacchanalian Furies, hear! Ye, I invoke, dread pow’rs, whom all revere;
Nightly, profound, in secret who retire, Tisiphone, Alecto, and Megara dire:
Deep in a cavern merg’d, involv’d in night, near where Styx flows impervious to the sight;
Ever attendant on mysterious rites, furious and fierce, whom Fate’s dread law delights;
Revenge and sorrows dire to you belong, hid in a savage veil, severe and strong,
Terrific virgins, who forever dwell endu’d with various forms, in deepest hell;
Aerial, and unseen by human kind, and swiftly coursing, rapid as the mind.
In vain the Sun with wing’d refulgence bright, in vain the Moon, far darting milder light,
Wisdom and Virtue may attempt in vain; and pleasing, Art, our transport to obtain
Unless with these you readily conspire, and far avert your all-destructive ire.
The boundless tribes of mortals you descry, and justly rule with Dike’s impartial eye.
Come, snaky-hair’d, Moirai many-form’d, divine, suppress your rage, and to our rites incline.
This is the end of silence, the end of shame, and the end of bearing the burden of other people’s crimes.
I see you, I hear you, and I believe you. You are not alone.
Proceeds from the sale of both of the Hymn to the Erinyes scents benefit RAINN, the United States’ largest anti-sexual violence organization. RAINN operates the National Sexual Assault Hotline, and provides programs to help survivors, prevent sexual violence, and ensure that offenders are brought to justice.
If you just want to buy the scent in support of RAINN, it can be done below. In another section, our narrator speaks up about her own experiences with assault. If you want to read it, click here, and be aware that this page contains content about rape and sexual assault.