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 mountain 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 dost 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 ones, whom you hold dear
A pursuit of revelations
Your above will become an illusion sky
Beholding the stars, as life will pass you by
And you may not return