I cannot sleep
I cannot think
Consumed by the future
And what it might bring
But holding my breath
And trembling at death
Will bring me no cure
For this malignant sting
How can I destroy this ascending pawn
How do I make this vast blunder be gone
Why has this misguided kindness prevailed
How could it happen that I should have failed
I am the father
I am the lord
I bestowed life on this
Ungrateful fraud
I should have never
Giv'n breath to this clay
Oh, if I'd known of this damnable day
Give them doubt, feed them lies
In the end everyone dies
Rest enthroned, oh, High and Great
But mind the gleam of coming fate