My greatest fear is not considered supernatural these days, although this possibly was not always the case. A remorseless hunter we cannot evade. Dementia.

I've seen the future and I don't want it But I'm manacled, powerless to stop it I feel it creeping, creeping closer Cos I saw what took my father And now his face is in the morning mirror Can't describe the terror And all the money in the world can't buy your way out of it And all the anger in the world can't shout your way out of it And all the hope in the world can't wish your way out of it You won't know when it has come Your conclusion is foregone In my life, never feared anything Take on everything, up for anything I'd bring the fight and never fail I'd take the risks and live to sing the tale But I'm in mortal fear of this silent enemy And it's stalking me And all the money in the world can't buy your way out of it And all the anger in the world can't shout your way out of it And all the hope in the world can't wish your way out of it You won't know when it has come Your conclusion is foregone I'm like an animal trying to escape Clawing at the walls with broken nails Rupturing vessels and ripping skin Desperate for grip as I'm dragged back in Back into the pit of foregone despair There's no way back from there And all the money in the world can't buy your way out of it And all the anger in the world can't shout your way out of it And all the hope in the world can't wish your way out of it You won't know when it has come Your conclusion is foregone