He had walked the Earth for a thousand years He had sworn to the brotherhood of the astral seers The oath of future tellers They say he dwells on the moutain tall Once sentenced to death, for holding stars as thrall Yet wandering the lands Bereft of his soul on the rivers of the netherworld As the scorching waves whirled He had passed through the tall gates As an empty shadow The legends still told of his astral spells Surpassed of all known, the universe he held The fate of all mankind If find him you must a hooded presence you seek Under the nebula, on the highest peak Traverse into forests and wastelands vast And ask the oracle of the future past Foretell of my future, oh what dost thou see? Oh, wisest of men, what does life hold for me? As my quest for answers now has begun You will search the Earth for the astral seer You will lose all your loved oned, whom you hold dear A pursuit of revelations Your above will become an illusion sky Beholding the stars, as life pass you by And you may not return