To know the future
Is to know the horror to come
To know what stalks us
Calling from the darkness inside
How do I explain
The forces that words can’t describe?
Who can believe me
And stop them before it’s too late?
These words I speak, these things I feel
I want you to understand, and see it is real
My will grows weary, strained is my breath
All that’s left now is to wait for…