Cruel is fate,
as cruel as hate
that ravages mind,
and souls in kind,
You fickle Beast that stole my heart
and tore it apart, you
Scavenger and Robber of Time.
Leaving early
is much too late
for you who is my demon,
Leaving early
is still not too soon
for the Time Thief that is my demon.
Why is this fate?
That I must hate
a ravager of my mind,
Scavenger to my kind,
Who tricks and trips me 'til I fall
and lose it all,
To consume what I call mine
and be a Thief of my precious Time.