'Tis but a myth
That time can heal
It's time itself
That makes me keel

All seven mortal vices,
Apparently limited to apes
Are present in species
Of every damn shape

Even my people,
Full of arrogant distend
Only succeeded
In their own cruel end

The familiar presence
That once filled my mind
I was forced to lock away
In a seal of time

There is now only me
In this whole universe
Whatever have I done
To deserve such a curse?...