Sororia

A dark lullaby of fate, memory, and the turning wheel. This song tells of three ancient women who weave the lives of mortals: one who begins the thread, one who knots sorrow with courage, and one who waits in silence to close the circle. It is a song about destiny, surrender, mortality, and the strange peace that comes when we accept that every story must one day return to the hush. For every soul written in silver thread. For every life shaped by sorrow and gold. For every ending that becomes part of the eternal weave. Hush now… lean close. The wheel is turning. #FateSong #DarkLullaby #MythicMusic #ThreeFates #SpiritualMusic #OriginalSong #DarkFantasy #EtherealMusic #GothicMusic #SoulJourney #Mortality #Destiny #AncientMyth #StorytellingMusic #HushNow Lyric: Hush now… Lean close. For the wheel is turning, and the story must be told. Long before the morning light, three old women watched the night. By their fire the fates awoke to weave the lives of mortal folk. The first one seeks the phantom name and spins the shadow into flame. She draws the thread of silver thin to mark where every life begins. Sororia… Fatum… Memoria… Aeterna… They whisper soft, “O child of words, your life is flight like passing birds. But underneath your mortal page, we wrote your story, age to age.” The second weighs the falling tear and knots the courage to the fear. She braids the sorrow with the gold to shape the tale that will unfold. The third one waits with winter breath to cut the silver cord of death. She holds the hush that ends the song, for no one walks the earth for long. If this must be the scissors’ fall, then I will answer to the call. For she who stops the turning wheel prepares the peace that I shall feel. “The night is open,” now they speak, “We hold the strong, we hold the weak. You dreamt of gods and kingdoms lost— but we have always paid the cost.” Somnia… Somnia… And as the stories fade away, they end the weaving of the day. Three women close the circle tight and bid the weary soul goodnight. Hush…