(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.

Κυρές γαρ αι θανατηφόροι μοίραι What necessity brought me these Those linear species of human deeds, What knuckle dreams those vermins 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 not you 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

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