White one said to me how thin my life supposed to be
Gray one called it delusion
White one said that I suffer from a doomed disease
Black one called it salvation and sin

White Gray Black spinners of this vulgar fate
The thread of life is not broken yet
I defy you to rewrite your lines
Redefine my part, rearrange all this play

Why me?
Why me?

[Beautiful enough, Moon arises.]

Why, sister Moon?
Why do paint my fate so gray?
Why, Three-in-one?
Do reduce me to this play?

[Moon invites witches.]

Vida Trэgica!

Mэtica Lэgica Qu'ntica Trэgica
Pэrfida Sэrdida Pэtrida Trэgica
Mэgica Cэtica Cэnica Trэgica
Lэpida Lэvida Lэdica Trэgica

Germinal Terminal
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Three Parchý Lyrics

Imago Mortis – Three Parchý Lyrics