One thread at a time
One single strand of the Web
Can make all the difference
Can change the World
A twist of the Skein and this one lives
A fold in the Fabric and that one dies
We do not make the thread nor own it
But we know how to change its Pattern
The Great Web is skewed and abstract
Not what it was meant to be
The Triat broken by time and deceit
We, the Triumvirate, will undo that madness
But the work is hard and takes time
The Symmetry is not an easy goal
We are patient. We are ready.
We are legion, and we are strong
The Great Web will be rebuilt
We will achieve our goals, fulfill our destiny
In the Name of the Mother-Queen
If we must kill you all to do so
We are the spiders, hunters of destiny
The architects of fear and fantasy
We are the Patient Ones
And we are hungry.