I foresee ages of chaos,

But my ordeal has yet just started

For these ominous signs,

Are bound to plague me

Haunt for centuries to come,

My healing incantations

Are destined for failure

My unremitting warnings and threats

Will go unheeded, such is my curse.

Why should it be incumbent upon me

To redeem their faults ?

You, The one who spurns the past

Are now, But worthy to be last.

Thy choices are errors;

I shall thus abandon thou

To thy gloomy fate.

I can see the future

In the light of the past.

I cannot stop this ineluctable doom

From raining over the world.

Alas, this obnoxious portend

Will turn out to be abiding truth.

From time immemorial,

Man has taken refuge in oblivion.

They've exchanged there future

for the present enjoyment.

Nothing will change, History has set

Her implacable march into motion.

There will be no escape.

You, The one who spurns the past

Are now, But worthy to be last.

Thy choices are errors;

I shall thus abandon thou

To thy gloomy fate.