Male Monks:
Listen to the rythm of the shovel in the gravel
and the murmurs of the spirits that you fear,
dancing in the shadows of the future.
Your future lies here!
Listen to the echoes of the voices in the shadows,
all the people who you never tried to save!
Listen to the people who'll be dancing on your grave!
Listen to the rythm of the hammer on the coffin
and the murmur of the people drawing near.
Listen to the music of the future. Your future likes here!
Listen to the echoes of the voices of the future
as they curse you for the little that you gave!
Listen to the footsteps of the people who'll be dancing on your grave!
Scrooge:
Lead me to the future I don't know what hells await me,
but I know I have to go there to return!
Tear me into shreds and recreate me!
Tell me that it's not too late to learn!
I can feel the shiver of a shadow passing over,
and I have a premonition its for me!
Lead me to the future! Show me everything I'm terrified to see!.