Child of the darkness, Child of the night,
What do you see by the pale moonlight?
What weighs down your heart beyond your young years?
What causes your sorrows, gives rise to your tears?
Why do you trust no one? Why are your eyes glazed with fear
And always looking over your shoulder when you stand before a mirror?
Then she lifted her eyes filled with suffering, and said,
"I have seen the future, and it is dead."
ALK, 1993