I have travelled the lands

And seen the truth of life,

Men are grasping at strands

Of hope to escape strife,

Look at you, poor creatures,

All barely surviving,

Such sad, weary features,

None is truly living.

But I, I the new Prince,

I have had a vision:

End your indecision

That you should have long since,

For it is consuming

Your hearts from the inside

And no matter the stride

You will feel it looming…