There’s a black age in my mind, the time impending is what I shall find
My 16th sleep is now in session, my 16th waking implores contemplation

I dream of the humans- “seeing” things I’ve never seen
Catching sights from stray airwaves- even knowing words like that is quite strange

In my waking hours I know of little but pure survival
Never spoken or thought out loud- screaming and gasping is all I’m allowed

Then there’s this place in my dreams- when I can think and feel
Like a being (of life) and not a beast- but humans I shall soon see!

My 16th cycle- I leave this land- the hunger changes- crave blood of man
- Repeat -


It’s a black age- they’ve forgotten- 15 centuries- much time has passed

Now….it draws…..near…