Second Sight- Adagio: I foresee ages of chaos, But my ordeal has yet just started. For these ominous signs, Are bound to plague me Haunt for centuries to come. My healing incantations Are destined for failure. My unremitting warnings and threats Will go unheeded, such is my curse. Why should it be incumbent upon me To redeem their faults? You, The one who spurns the past... Are now, But worthy to be last. Thy choices are errors; I shall thus abandon thou To thy gloomy fate. I can see the future In the light of the past. I cannot stop this ineluctable doom From raining over the world. Alas, this obnoxious portend, Will turn out to be abiding truth. From time immemorial, Man has taken refuge in oblivion. They've exchanged there future for the present enjoyment. Nothing will change, History has set Her implacable march into motion. There will be no escape. You, The one who spurns the past Are now, But worthy to be last. Thy choices are errors; I shall thus abandon thou To thy gloomy fate. -- In The Presence Of Another World- Blue Oyster Cult: In the presence of another world, You guess the things unguessed. In the fullness of another world, There is no emptiness. In the promise of another world, A dreadful knowledge comes... How even space can modulate, The Earthly things we've done. Your master he’s a monster, He will come on a bridge of paper, Inscribed with a hundred names of God... But he can count one more- The curse of life eternal, Written on the door. Your master.....he’s a monster (x3) In the presence of another world, A dreadful knowledge comes... How even space can modulate, The Earthly things we've done. In the fullness of another world, There is no emptiness... Your master.....Your master is a monster, Born of a yolkless egg. He has dominion over animals, He walks the world- entrail diviner. And when the stars are right, He locks the door behind the door behind the door. The Milky Way abyss inclines- seven years of labor for the instruments of time (x4) (spoken)Your master is a monster, And gentlemanly too. He’ll make for us some new germ. With pieces of the perfect black. The Alpha and Omega; The double peaks of Mars; The Maze of his infinity; The buried city in the stars.

We get journals with accounts...? Cool! ^^