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Clotho (by Awe)
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(Act One: Κnow Her) - The Phenomenon
Robed in white, whom Erebus begot on Night
Laugh at Her, make Her drunk
Saving oneself, salvation needs the Omega
The puppeteer asks for Her to play … no one moves the feet of Fates
The woven hands Are named … how fool a god can be
The Fates being adorned by Thee … darkness enlighten the skies and She
Confront this view, it will always be
Triple fold Her voice unfold
Listen listen listen and be
Of all the fools, who’s spread upon thee?
With love or hate, no god command thee
Of all the wise, who’s spread upon thee?
With love or hate, men command thee
Virgin, mysterious, would loved to be a whore
Beautiful, moonfaced, paled She was born
Maria, Mania, Lamia
The children of Them recall
The prophets protest and lo!
Love them, feed them, love them, feed them…
The children of Her adore
A prophet wasn’t before
Hate him, kill him, hate him, kill him…
(Act Two: Praise Her) - The Noumenon
Hymn to Thee:
Aporia il e denblaha
Aporia sah e denblama
Mas en vuj otrio vastenm
Mas en iftehn lodriann shir
Cktenddet vorsimen!
Cktenddet vorsimen!
Cktenddet vorsimen al!
Cktenddet vorsimen peg al!
One is Her nature, of three Her disguise
Three is Her nature, one Her disguise
Salvation meets the Omega
Praising upon in bowing scene
With heart detached, self surrendering
Rays of neon lights repelled
Accustomed Oneiros before Her hair
The age of youth it’s old so old
Para-morphosis exposed
The age is old so old to cry
Thus smiles upon where She dies
Meta-morphosis denotes
Momentum three times evoked
Losing it, finding it, losing it again
Salvation removes the Omega
Hymn to Thee:
Aporia il e denblaha
Aporia sah e denblama
Mas en vuj otrio vastenm
Mas en iftehn lodriann shir
Cktenddet vorsimen!
Cktenddet vorsimen!
Cktenddet vorsimen al!
Cktenddet vorsimen peg al!
(Act Three: Kill Her) –
The Existenz … Alas! Is no more
Thou art! Her dream of knot
Thou art! Her act of stop
Thou art! Her flesh is not
Thou art! Her horror dome
Thou art thrice better and She is three alone
Thou art before the rope …
Her crave is no more
For what was always I
A Fate to adore
The Fate of mine
Her promise is no more
For what is breathing … dying
A promise to adore
The Fate of mine
Her beauty is no more
For what is attracting … lying
A beauty to adore
The Fate of mine
Her fate is no more
No more Her fate dying
What I used to adore
Have the voice of mine
Perfect endless observances
Rays upon the bloody Throne
Beautiful, cynical, rewarding
Her humble smile
Aesthetically, asthmatic, gorgeous
Her death in processes divide
(Act Not: Epigios) – The Irreversible Predominance
A sacred spring forced Her to my spine
Once being not, I was not made to be
Shapeless flames forming fire
My spine becomes volcano
Lava erupts!
(Act Not: Apogios) - On Nature
Listen, and I will instruct thee—and thou, when thou hearest, shalt ponder—
What are the sole two paths of research that are open to thinking.
One path is: That Being doth be, and Non-Being is not:
This is the way of Conviction, for Truth follows hard in her footsteps.
Th’ other path is: That Being is not, and Non-Being must be;
This one, I tell thee in truth, is an all-incredible pathway.
For thou never canst know what is not (for none can conceive it)
Nor canst thou give it expression, for one thing are Thinking and Being.
...And to me ‘tis indifferent
Whence I begin, for thither again thou shalt find me returning.
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Κῆρες γὰρ αἱ θανατηφόροι μοῖραι.
What necessity brought me these
Those linear species of human deeds,
What knuckle dreams those vermin's dream
In obscene chords that lie beneath?
Shall I measure the thread of life
With my spinal rod?
Shall I bless you with plague?
And at equal intervals
In each of the thrones,
Shall I bless you with words
That you'll envy their meaning?
It begins another season
That end will be death.
Would you not choose the daemon,
Drawn first?
Virtue is not dominated
The contempt will show...
Harvester risen
Lachesis risen
Universe is the shaft
Harvester risen
Lachesis risen
The reason is corrupted,
World without end
World without end
Chaos craft
In the first glowing light
Logos provoked this madness
This temple of sodom in collateral needs
Past present and future flow
As soil aerated,
For fire came breathing
Chronos
Thousand sparks stride among you
And bear the thought,
Of life's uncertain decree
For her words,
Snare she shuns
Of those with humble harmonies
Spin again and again
The weft is large,
And bliss for fortune dreamers?
It looked so dim and dull
And the cracked muse,
Stares till set of sun
When dawns the light uncertain...
Matchless
Design
Revealed will be,
And I shall answer...
The lanterns...
Those valorous puppets...
"Like dust of stars show no more"
A cynic piece
In a rotten needle
Lachesis risen
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Atropos (by End)
16:33
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Eternally swirls the thread
Growing and weaving
Cutting and killing
Anaplasia of all energy
Genesis till cremation
That spawns through chaos
And the copulation of Nyx
When time takes shape
And reaches human grounds
The thread takes form and coils
In the worm womb of creation
Flirting with danger
Flirting with collapse
And the razors of transition
The hub pushes with all power
The continuum of life unfolds
And passes the thread
To where it must go
Process, formation, demiurge
And here you lay before the earth
Invoked to live a life till death
Never asking why
Staring at the sandglass till you die
Corruption
By the worn will
By the tainted living
By the torn souls
And the wasted minds
No gift should be abused
This thin spine of cloth needs to be cut
Latter end
By the time that ends
And the melting flesh
Deprive what is given
The peak of fear
The undesirable
Softens your subconscious
With the sharp pain of loss
And the wasted time
No longer can be used
This thin spine of cloth needs to be cut
Suddenly, she appears
And sharp is she
Like the teeth of the round serpent
Divine
She cuts the thread of life
Riveting and unexpected...
Tidal screams
In a moment
Time becomes a moment
In instant delirium
And as all chains rattle
To enslave the sun
To illuminate the spirit
They call you death
And i call you
Atropos
The beginning
Between the scissors
The sharp teeth and the tail
Souls she unbind
Empress
Between the scissors
The share is always fair
Daughter of night
Ruler
They call you death
And i call you Atropos
The beginning
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