An evil power draws near. An omen of pain, strife and fear
Reawakened, caked in death. By a child, with no one left
An ancient tribe, once put it down. They feared its power, they feared its sound
But now its slumber, has been cut short. Its sleep has been disturbed once more

I wish I had some better news. I wish I'd never fallen for his ruse
But I've no power to rewind time. So this is how we'll die
Now that Majora's come out to play. He's found his puppet, he's found his prey
He's lit the fuse, just three more days, until your final melody will play

He'll leave this world, a hollow shell. He'll blur the line between life and hell
He'll leave you empty as he himself. He'll ruin everything you've dearly held
He'll bring down hellfire, he'll bring the storm. He's the calamity, he's the swarm
A cataclysm, is soon to fall. The Gods of ancient times won't hear our call

So
The seeds are sown, heal your soul, it's time to atone
It's the end, death descends, we can't start again
It's too late, count the days, three more 'til the blaze
All that's left: time, regrets. We've all transgressed

Endless, the agony soon to befall us
Hopeless, this apathy covered in dust
Ceaseless, the tragedy fueled by his bloodlust
Pain is the only thing we still can trust