The Three Fates

"The Three Fates"

[Intro](The track opens with a harsh, industrial drone. A heavy iron coin flips and lands on wood with a sharp clink. The reader's voice is cold, rhythmic, and detached.)Three slots on the iron plate.One for what you left behind, one for what you cannot hide, one for what you cannot fight.Don't blink.Verse 1: The Past (The Anchor)(A heavy drum stomp drops in, layered with a gritty, distorted synth bass that pulses aggressively on the downbeat.)(Sound: Thud! A card is slammed face down, then flipped)Card 1: The Ten of Wands (Upright)Look at your spine bending under the timber,Holding a burden you're forced to remember.Ten heavy branches, you carry the wood,Dragging the weight through the old neighborhood.You wouldn’t let go, wouldn't share the load,Collapsing alone at the end of the road.The past was a prison of your own design,Crossing the border but breaking your spine.You wore that exhaustion like a badge of pride,With a kingdom of ashes locked up inside.Verse 2: The Present (The Mirror)(The mechanical hi-hats speed up, double-time, introducing a frantic energy. The synth distortion grows harsher.)(Sound: Thud! The second card hits the center)Card 2: The Moon (Upright)Now look at the present, the fog in the swamp,Two dogs are howling under the lamp.A crayfish is crawling right out of the foam,While you try to find the pathway back home.The Moon is a mirror of terror and lies,Nothing is real when the daylight dies.You’re swimming in secrets, you’re drowning in dread,Trusting the monsters that live in your head.The path is uneven, the shadows are deep,Walking a tightrope while you're fast asleep.Verse 3: The Future (The Verdict)(The instruments abruptly stop for a split second. A sharp shhhk sound of a dagger tip scratching across the table splits the silence before the beat slams back in with maximum volume.)(Sound: Thud! The final card is pinned to the table)Card 3: Death (Upright)No armor can save you, no shield can defend,The white horse is marching to signal the end.The King is already down in the dirt,A dynamic reset to bury the hurt.The future demands that you let it all die,No time for mourning, no tears in your eye.The scythe is swinging to clear out the weeds,Slicing the dead wood to plant the new seeds.Don't fear the skeleton holding the flag,Fear what you keep if you don't drop the bag.[Outro](The synth distortion dissolves into static. The heavy drum stomp slows down to a crawl, sounding like retreating footsteps.)(Spoken Word Outro)The spread is locked.The Wands are dropped. The Moon is setting. The horse is moving.Leave your name at the door.You won’t need it where you’re going.(The heavy click of a deadbolt locking shuts out the music.)