Fateless Ones

ummmmm, eh?

Thee, oh fateless one
Returneth to wh're thee w're once
What thou seeketh lies not with us
N'r doth we knoweth wh're t lies anon

if 't be true thou asketh me of what i believeth
what thou seeketh, f'r me, doest not existeth
t is nothing but baseless forswear
thee must und'rstand, thy searcheth is futile

i begeth of thee, returneth whence thee camest
f'r if 't be true thee stayeth, thee shalt certes p'rish
i knoweth of thy hardships, of thy teen
but prithee doth und'rstand, thy fate is not this

wend backeth, wend backeth, i begeth of thee
f'r 'twill cometh, certes f'r thee
behold f'r thy fate elsewh're
and leaveth this desolate place

begone bef're t is too late
leaveth while thee still can
f'r once t grabs thee
thee shall certes loseth ev'rything