All these years, of fighting hard and now it's finally come too close
I can't believe it's now happening to me... Oh, couldn't it wait a few hundred years
Destiny can't rest you see, now it's time, time to cry your tears! Now cry!
The child of centuries, forgotten in time you talk in circles of rhyme
Seer of places future and past the warning you gave us is surely our last
Behold the child, his pointing hand is raised in solemn grace
His eyes once wide with learning wonder now leave stains upon his face
Now see the hands of the working man, he's leaning back against the wall
Once busy hands are idle now standing ready for the fall! Our fall!
The signs will come as days past by for those that claim to see
The blind will stay not choosing to die not believing the visions I've seen