As the Fates weave, infants grow tall
As the Fates weave, empires fall
Footprints fading on the sand, whispers we obey
We all crawl along our path, waiting for the day
Who can defy their cruel calling, who doesn’t long for their Grace
The wise, the crippled and the mercenary’s flail, all bind and struggle to stay
Ethereal strings that pull and bind, a web Clotho has made
Puppets shiver, bleed and act, in the inevitable tragic play
We tread in the fog without knowing what treasure we just left behind
Then Lachesis rattles her hollow chimes, brings glory & horror to life
Kings and fools indulge their day, slaves mourn and obey
They're switching places as Atropos is swinging her sceptre their way
Scalding metalcore from Spain, “Where the Waves Are Born” swings from clean to growled vocals over blindingly intricate fretwork. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 19, 2023