Fates v3

Ἔστι δὲ τρία μοίρας ἀμφίμονος αἰῶνος, Κλωθὼ καὶ Λάχεσις καὶ Άτροπος· Αἳ θνητοῖς πέλονται βροτοῖς ἐνθάδε νήματα, Οὐκέτι θανάτῳ ἐλεύθερον, ἀλλὰ πεπλεγμένα τῷ κηδεμόνι. Ἀλλὰ τάδε ἔργα μοι ἐπιστεύω προσδιδούσης τάς σου ἀργυροφαρείς ἐκοινώνησε." Verse 1: Threads Fate's sewing, With filthy hands command my future, Oh unfair life, your ill-favored tapestry, Every step takes me away from divine love, Beating fades, now dull as My Heart surrenders to your lustful shrine, Chorus: Behold your face through silken veils, Cursed sight, could you please turn away! Verse 2: Clotho, your yarn adorned by many, But not I, for I know your bedevilment is just out of sight. Golden strand that fit heroes of old, but Now lie in dust, their tales are no more. Verse 3: Lachesis, your beauty twisted as your loom, We are mere ants in a tempest's gust. Where can I find serendipity... Under your welkin gaze, Bridge: My betroth Atropos, awe sweet inevitability, I entrust my final breath to your silver scissors, Ensuring cut lasting misery, live unbearable curse. Chorus: Behold your face through silken veils, Cursed sight, could you please turn behind. every step pitter tapper like rain, life runs away Ἦραι δ᾽ ἐφεζομένας Παρκῶν ἀπελεύσομαι αὐδῆς, Ἄλλων τε θεῶν ἀρχὰς ἀρίζηλας ἐρέωντα."