Clotho, lachesi, atropos
Remember my name
My plead to the weaving moirai
Clotho the spinner
Lachesis the measurer
Atropos the holder of shears
Though my particular string
Might shine with herculean boldness
Grant my thread a glow worthy of history
Behold my tenacious will
They exalt or condemn
A zealous narration will deem my efforts futile
Oh, sisters of fate
Let my thread find its strength
Grant my actions a tone of infinity
Though my particular string
Might echo achillian weight
Grant my string a place upon your tapestry
Behold my tenacious will
They exalt or condemn
A jealous narrator will deem my efforts futile
Strip me of the splendor
Your tales that engulf me
My legend will perish
My shackles of worship will burn bright
In the name of an unknown light
My fable will burn bright
Forgotten in fading night
Like perseus
Odysseus
With achilian weight
Like theseus
Orpheus
With herculean will
Like perseus
Odysseus
With heroic ambition
Like theseus
Orpheus
With earthborn fates
Clotho, lachesi, atropos
You will not remember my name
Grant my thread a glow of history
Grant my actions a tone of infinity
Weave my string unto your tapestry
A mortal tenacious will
They exalt or condemn
A biased narrator will deem my efforts futile
They exalt or condemn my efforts futile
Strip me of the splendor
Your tales that engulf me
My legend will perish
My shackles of worship will burn bright
In the name of an unknown light
My fable will burn bright
Forgotten in fading night
Strip me of the splendor
Your tales that engulf me
My legend will perish
My shackles of worship will
Burn bright
In the name of an unknown light
My fable will burn bright
Forgotten in fading night
