Άγγελος Εξάγγελος [Aggelos Exaggelos] [English translation]

There was a wicked messenger, from Eli he did come

With a mind that multiplied The smallest matter

When questioned who had sent for him

He answered with his thumb

For his tongue, it could not speak but only flatter

He stayed behind the assembly hall

It was there, he made his bed

Often times he could be seen returning

Until one day he just appeared

With a note in his hand which read

"The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning"

Oh, the leaves began to falling and the seas began to part

Αnd the people that confronted him were many

And he was told but these few words Which opened up his heart

"If you cannot bring good news, then don't bring any"