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Arachne

Hey there the shepherd's daughter, you've been weaving my heart for such a long, long time,

The Lydian maiden whose skills was admired but it turns her life upside down,

Oh,
she had been lonely just her wool and dye,
No one realised,

Deep inside she wants to be recognized,
That's why she tried,

Arachne with her thread,
Arachnids with her web,

Hey there the mortal weaver,
you might win the fight but did you know what you have done?

Your pride and arrogance ignored the last chance to save your life,

Oh,
It was too late she crossed the line,
She might see no sunshine,

Three knocks on her head and no more normal lives,
It's time to say goodbye,

Arachne with her thread,
Arachnids with her web,

Live on then, and yet hang,
Condemned one, but, lest you're careless in the future,
This same condition is declared,

In punishment,
Against your decedent,
To the last generation,

Warp of snow and woof of flame,
And never any two the same,
Arachne.