I used to think that I'm important But now people tell me I'm not. I can't even control where I'm going. But I'm quite sure that it's not hot. I cut in front of other shapes, Going towards the light. Now tell me, who am I? While I wait in everlasting night.
I am the first of the last You'll find me in the forecast
Yesterday, of me does not know Unlike today and tomorrow
I have no regrets, you see And regrets has none of me
With no beginning and no end What do you think I am, my friend?
If you tell me the truth I will kill you with my sword, if you tell me a lie I will kill you with my spell? What must you say to survive?
