Crimson Moon - Parcae - Trinity of Fates

Neuna fata. Neuna dono. Parca maurita dono

Invoked under the 9th moon
As her spindle has filled to a swell
On the ninth moon she is summoned
From the silk which has cast her spell
A a woven gossamer strand
Unbreakable only by one
As a grain of hourglass sand
Once fallen, cannot be undone

The thread of life
Woven by the 1st
Forms into strife
Woven by the second
To equate the balance
Thrice is the weaver
Whose mother is night
And father is darkness

Median of the 3 parcae
Bringer of fates offered
As paths in the prime
The apex of ego and health
Bearer of the second flame
Cusp bearing balance of fate
Weaver of the strongest silk
Whom only one may shall sever

Only one, can sever
And sever all she will
As present as the horizon
As distant as the hidden fangs

3rd parcae of the underworld
3rd weaver of the web
End of the golden cord
She who decides when you are dead
The end of a trinity
Beginning of a cycle
The final touch
Which your spirit shall feel

Neuna fata. Neuna dono. Parca maurita dono