[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 Trýgica!

[Witchat:]

Mýtica Lýgica Qu'ntica Trýgica
Pýrfida Sýrdida Pýtrida Trýgica
Mýgica Cýtica Cýnica Trýgica
Lýpida Lývida Lýdica Trýgica

Germinal Terminal