Apollo fell in love with you
and to win you over
endowed you with your special gift,
the art of prophesy
he got enraged when you refused
and cursed you that in future
you always would be disbelieved
in spite of what you'd see
such bitter fate to see the truth
when no-one will believe you
be it the curse or just your youth
your gift quite without use
you see the future clear as day
everything that's coming
the downfall of your native land
yet nothing you could do
maybe someday you'll find a way
someone to do the drumming
communicate what is at hand
and get the message through
such bitter fate to see the truth
when no-one will believe you
be it the curse or just your youth
your gift quite without use