Letra da Música: 3 Parchae - Imago Mortis

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

ME:
Vida!
Vida Tragica!

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