SOMEHOW AYREON SENSES THAT HIS FATE IS UPON HIM,
AND HE IMPLORES,
NO [bad word] HIS FUTURE TORMENTORS
TO GRANT HIM ONE LAST MOMENT OF SPLENDOUR IN PLACE OF ALL THE MISERY
THAT HAUNTS HIS MIND. BUT NO ONE HEARS HIS PLEA...

[AYREON:]
I sense a fear
deep inside
the end is near
I cannot hide
blood is spilt
my quest is unfulfilled

there's still so much
I long to see
I need to touch
I wish to be
I can't believe
this is all I can achieve

hark me now and let me go
to far-away lands and distant shores
an angel at my side
no evil plans or future wars
take me high on a magic ride

did you ever care
how I could feel
as you dreamt up
this one-way deal
my lords of time
don't you understand

my life's been rough
I was born to lose
I've had enough
of them future-blues
grant my wish
my wish is [bad word] 

THE GREAT MERLIN, ARTHUR'S MAGICIAN AND PROPHET,
HAS OBSERVED AYREON'S ENDEAVOURS ARGUS-EYED,
BUT NOW HE BELIEVES THE MOMENT [bad word] FOR HIM TO INTERVENE.