Shallow graves in the morning dew
A sea of souls denied their youth
Actor leaves the stage
No one heard what he had to say
Standing at an unmarked tomb
Those who lived were oh so few
Clarity of vision fades
Tragedies make the best of plays
In dark places terror thickens
Unseen fears take my strength away
Cold and haunting familiar voices
I hear their blame for living on
Moonlight, stars shine on this fool's tale
A thousand deaths I have died
All the brave knew but one
Still I'm standing I go on living
Carrying with me constant shame
Moonlight, stars shine on this fool's tale
Tragically the hero in the end must die
Life is a play and I play the fool
I am the author's pen
Predistined is my end