Awe - Clotho

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(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.

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from Moerae, released March 25, 2015
Music & lyrics through Awe

Captured, digitally at Tetraktys Studios in 04/2014

Audio processing & engineering at Unreal Studios in 05/2014

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