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