The Weaving Fates

Why are the fates so cruel and unforgiving?
Although we suffer, still,
Their weaving does go on...

I remember...
Riding through the mountains of despair
Hear had embraced my body and my soul
Seeking for shelter to rest my tired bones
I came upon a rugged hill and saw the crystal castle walls
Why do they seem so far away?
It seems like endless nights I rode, before I stopped to behold!

Who calls?

What is this creature, one of Earth, or spawned in the deepest lakes of fire?
In fear I wonder if I dream and will it end?

I will remember, these dursed nights
I will surrender, to the weaving fates...