"I was born Lucius Caligulus of Macedonia in 980 B.C. 
I was a centurion in the Roman army and was killed in
battle for the first time in the year, 24 A.D. 
I am immortal..."

The year was A.D. twenty-four
I'm a soldier fighting a war.

There was carnage every where
Covered in blood, I did not care.

I took an arrow through the heart
But did not die, that was the start.

All life and death fell hand in hand
The wars to come I would withstand.

Important things seemed meaningless
From fortunes made, to pennyless.

I cared little and could not see
And lived for pride and vanity.

For all the reasons and the rhymes
I have died one thousand times.

And through the pain of distant tears
I've lived one hundred thousand years.

The world's destroyed and man is gone
Except for me as I live on.

The sky has turned a clouded gray
The sun hides out on any day.

The air I breathe is now unclean
My world grows cold, there's little green.

All life on earth is fading fast
And very soon I'll be the last.

My life has been a time portal
Safe from death, I am immortal.

For all my sins I must atone
Upon this earth, I am alone.

All the years yet to endeavour
Pity me, I am forever.