These things that I see
And these things I feel
They all seem too familiar
As it I have experienced them before

I remember what tomorrow brings
All the grief and glory
Falling to the same pits
Receiving the same gifts

From the cursed womb
Through the life of gradual decline
Into the earth, cold and moist
And back again

I have lived this life a thousand times
And thousand times I will again
I have to witness this downfall
Without even a hope for an end

Triumphs become insignificant
And failures lose their dreadfulness
Even a life as a the highest king
Would become a burden
If forced to live it same again and again