March of the Three Fates

Head upside down, eyes full of fear Ixion starts seething inside
He is slowly blushing, here comes the martyr's blood.
Hallucinations begins, process is loaded
Hardly Trying to close his heavy eyes, he swears to Zeus his last pardon
But this is the end and a deafening noise rings out. He turns his head and perceives vague figures in the distance

March of the three Fates, Hell is rising under their feet.
Sent by Hecate's hate, they've been created to annihilate
Coming next to Ixion with flacced fleshes and dreadful faces,
they Start to run the wheel, bursting out laughing

Earth is quaking, that crumbling world collapses
when appears the Fates of death and their ugly look of lapse
Each footstep is violently squeaking in Ixion's ears ;
the rest is past, tears of hatred now leak on his cheeks
Touching his pale face with their filthy hands, rotting and devouring his flesh
He can't stop howling, terrified : the treadmill runs.
He becomes the scapegoat of the Underworld
A freak show in a demonic circus. Now turn forever,
feel this taste of meander
Come to terms with your criminal murder

March of the three Fates, Hell is rising under their feet.
Sent by Hecate's hate, they've been created to annihilate
Coming next to Ixion with flacced fleshes and dreadful faces,
they Start to run the wheel, bursting out laughing