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1.
Awe - Clotho 17:00
(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.
2.
Κῆρες γὰρ αἱ θανατηφόροι μοῖραι. What necessity brought me these
 Those linear species of human deeds, 
What knuckle dreams those vermin's 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 you not 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 
Revealed will be,
 And I shall answer...
 The lanterns...
 Those valorous puppets... 
 "Like dust of stars show no more"
 A cynic piece
In a rotten needle
 Lachesis risen
3.
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

about

"Moerae" are the incarnations of destiny. These three archetypical entities coexist as one at the same time as separate rulers of mortality, creating, spinning, disposing and cutting the thread of life.
They hold the balance into the natural circle of eternal laws.

50 minutes of music divided in three songs, one from each band, one for each fate.


BANDS:

AWE: aweprovidentia.bandcamp.com

www.facebook.com/aweprovidentia

VACANTFIELD: dleiftnacav.bandcamp.com

www.facebook.com/vacantfield

END: endaequitas.bandcamp.com

www.facebook.com/endblackmetal

LABEL:

iii-damnationproductions.blogspot.gr

www.facebook.com/iiidamnationproductions

credits

released March 25, 2015

"Moerae" mastered by V. Santura at Woodshed Studio (GER)
www.woodshedstudio.de
Cover and gatefold paintings by Vamon VII
vamonvii@gmail.com
vamonvii.tumblr.com
"Moerae" Sigil design by Vamperess Imperium of Sitra Ahra Arts
Layout by Draenzarth

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