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.
