Hell’s vengeance boils in my heart. You’d have to go a long way to find a better opening line to a song.
It’s a pity that opera holds itself so aloof. It’s entertainment, it’s mostly thin on storyline and the acting is ham, at best, so it might as well be pop. In it’s day it was pop music, deliberately silly so that it would appeal to the masses. It also has incredible darkness and some of the epics would do well in a graphic novel.
As for this song, it remains one of my favourite arie, even if the overall opera has little appeal for me.
My favourite version is the studio version, sung by Christina Deutekom. There are moments when her voice transcends and becomes one with the violins and at extreme volume listening becomes voodoo. Trust me on this and try it.
Here are the lyrics along with a handy translation, if you want to sing along. 🙂
Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen,
Verstoßen sei auf ewig,
Hell’s vengeance boils in my heart;
Disowned be forever,
PS – yes, it was a bad day, so the song, aside from being a favourite, is also apt. See, I feel better already.