Imago Mortis - Three Parchae lyrics

Enter three persons, each one dressed in White, Gray and Black. One by one, they recite their terrible speech and leave. 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? Beautiful enough, Moon arises. Me: Why, sister Moon? Why do paint my fate so gray? Why, Three-in-one? Do reduce me to this play? Moon invites witches. Me: Vida! Vida Trágica! Witchat: Mítica Lógica Quântica Trágica Pérfida Sórdida Pútrida Trágica Mágica Cética Cínica Trágica Lépida Lívida Lúdica Trágica Germinal Terminal