The Mystic lurks in the shadows tonight
Waiting to tell the fortune of Man
Her crystal ball glows and her cackle chills
The blood runs cold upon mere sight of her
Her tangled hair and her ragged silks
Once proclaiming honor now commanding naught
She tells that Man is in the eve of his life
That all is spoiled and rotting away
Man laughs and scorns her, leaving her alone
She glares and swears that one day he will see
The price he will pay is greater than he
In a cloak of shadows she disappears
To another night, to another time
Discouraged, reluctant to warn him once more