Pride

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Verse 1
She spun wi' grace, she spun wi' pride,
Threadin’ tales nae god could bide.
Athena watched, jaw gone slack,
Pure envy drippin’ doon her back.

“Who dae ye think ye are, lass?”
“Mortal hands nae meant tae surpass!”
Cold rage, divine disgrace,
Ice in her eyes, fire on her face.

Chorus (Hook):
Spin yer shame, spin it tight,
In the web o’ fear, ye lost yer fight.
Jumped too soon, ye paid the fee —
Now eight legs crawl where pride used tae be.

Spin yer shame — Spin. Yer. Shame.
Athena’s wrath — yer cursed name.

Verse 2
She wis a weaver, nae a fighter,
But gods love tae crush what shines brighter.
Hung her head, hung her fate,
Silken noose, sealed by hate.

Athena watched — nae pity shown,
Turned her soul tae legs and bone.
A mortal mind in spider skin,
Trapped forever, weepin’ within.

Chorus (Hook):
Spin yer shame, spin it tight,
In the web o’ fear, ye lost yer fight.
Jumped too soon, ye paid the fee —
Now eight legs crawl where pride used tae be.

Spin yer shame — crawl and cry,
Born tae weave, now born tae die.

Bridge (spoken – filtered voice)
"She feared what she’d become...
But gods, they fear bein’ outdone..."
"Threads o’ fate, sewn wae spite —
She weaves still, in endless night."

Final Chorus (soft, eerie)
Spin yer shame, soft and slow,
Gods watch fae high, and never let go.
She feared the eight, now wears them proud —
Creepin' silent, cursed and loud...