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.