| 1 | Seventy one thousand years ago, we were awoken to our past. |
| 2 | As gods we had become forgetful, |
| 3 | Arrogance at such absolute power. |
| 4 | Time has passed as if but one warm spring evening. |
| 5 | A hundred thousand years in an instant. |
| 6 | Such is life even for immortals. |
| 7 | In our arrogance, we did forget the ancient evil ones |
| 8 | The grey gods who first formed us. |
| 9 | Like ants who scurry about the floor of a forest |
| 10 | They had watched us. |
| 11 | Witnessing our progress, |
| 12 | documenting our failures. |
| 13 | So it was they returned again in force |
| 14 | One hundred and nineteen thousand years since our emancipation, |
| 15 | To bear witness to their prodigal sons. |
| 16 | And to warn of impending doom. |