SUN EATER - MOIRA (Nona, Decima, Morta) – OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO

SUN EATER - MOIRA (Nona, Decima, Morta) DEATH CROWN – debut album pre-orders are live. Exclusive merch + limited signed vinyls. 👉 Shop here: https://suneatercvlt.bigcartel.com/ #SunEater #Moira #deathcore Purchase & listen below: OFFICIAL MERCH: https://suneatercvlt.bigcartel.com SPOTIFY - https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/arti... APPLE MUSIC -   / sun-eater   ALL OTHER PLATFORMS - https://linktr.ee/suneatercvlt Stay connected with Sun Eater: Tik Tok - tiktok.com/@suneatercvlt Website - www.suneatercvlt.com Facebook -   / suneatercvlt   Instagram -  / suneatercvlt   YouTube - @suneatercvlt CAST Moirai (Nona, Decima, Morta) -   / leenleftover   CREW Produced, Filmed, Edited By - Vestra Visuals (https://www.vestra-visuals.de) BTS Photography:   / film.helena   SPECIAL THANKS Kommune2010 (https://kommune2010.com) CREDITS Music and Lyrics by Sun Eater; Produced by Manuel Renner, Überlärm Studios (https://www.ueberlaerm.com) ► “MOIRA (Nona, Decima, Morta)” Lyrics: Nona, Decima, Morta Nona, Decima, Morta Face the spinner the allotter The unturnable one when the last grain is gone They form a horrible choir while they sing unison Bleed from ears music of sirens Ineffable their nature The daughters of the fate Are guiding my way to the goddess of the night Sisters of law, justice and peace Yet deciding my course rulers of time Cosmic forces thread of life Spin my thread of life And thus it was written No escape as the planets align In their sight I am nothing Facing all-devouring darkness Prophesied and set in stone Determined, irresistible The past the present, the future Nona, Decima, Morta Nona, Decima, Morta I am facing the second, the drawer of lots Men bitter trembling in fear of the gods As she strides through the rows with a serious eye Measure my thread of life Measure my thread of life And thus it was written No escape as the planets align In their sight I am nothing Facing all-devouring darkness Prophesied and set in stone Determined, irresistible The past, the present, the future Nona, Decima, Morta Nona, Decima, Morta Death, she sharpens her blades I hear them scratching on old ruin stairs She´ll decide how everything ends Death inescapable This is how everything ends In their sights I am nothing Their statues residing in temples In their sights I am nothing Among the altars of Olympia In their sights I am nothing They´re the past, the present, the future Put the blade to my thread of life