O, soothsayer, truth purveyor What have you in store for me? "Do not be dazzled by my guise I'll tell you where your future lies So place your hands upon this glass And soon you'll come to realize Together, we shall mysticize The format for predicting lives Although you're seeking an escape From darkness, herein you may lie" Our hair begins to rise My heart pulsating like ire Colors changing into fire And she recites "We are consumed by fire everlast We are sure to be damned dancing with Bast We are far concentrated in the past We are redeemed only when we collapse, conceive, and correct" Does this mean there's no hope for me? "Calm, you've been challenged, you shall see" I'm afraid I don't understand "Like all the others before thee They follow pleasure, as it seems And as result, no longer breathe Trotting here as an undead corpse Due to lack of humanity Break out of ease Explore the world Face diversity Sift through your means Look into yourself and tell me what you see" I am intrigued by dark, although If I follow, I'm alone It may seem that I may cross my path with others But I won't I may bleed until my bones Wither out and I die alone This life is only sought out by the mystic Beware, and do not go