The Fates Sing to Ophelia

There’s a song within a play within a game
Heard by all the wisest auditors for half a thousand years
And antiquity rebounds the single resonant refrain
We Fates have earned our name
This too, will end in tears
On your day of birth, your death, our greatest gift
Gaze not gently into battle, but charge into the rift
You arise, we call your name
Strong brave woman, have no shame
In the horror find your mirth
From the season of your birth
And in the coldest hours, found alone
The damned and lonely hold their crowns and thrones
And pray for it all to pass
But what they pray for isn’t theirs to have
We draw the lines between the «there» and «back»
You fill in the passing dawns
(oh oh)
Now you’ll listen to my song within a game
And you’ll revel in the music, in the theater, the play
And while Truth resists our change
Nothing else can stay the same
Woman, take your station, now arise and say your say
(ah)