Life's Book

Written all the words to a thousand stories,
Will anyone make it to the end?
Carve the names of the worthless in glory,
Play the game to pretend.

And let the autumn bleed,
The blood of ages.
And let the lies mislead,
Upon the stories pages.
And let the young grow old,
In misery.
And let them pay the price,
Of their destiny.

The fortunes told of the end in time,
The mortal's book has reached the end line.
The words are written of a world's lost souls,
Written in the hearts of the mortals, untold.

And let the autumn bleed,
The blood of ages.
And let the lies mislead,
Upon the stories pages.
And let the young grow old,
In misery.
And let them pay the price,
Of their destiny.

The beauty, the destruction, the beginning of the end,
Another life is wasted in the game of pretend.
The story is finished, the life that they took,
The pages are written in the stories of life's book.

And let the autumn bleed,
The blood of ages.
And let the lies mislead,
Upon the stories pages.
And let the young grow old,
In misery.
And let them pay the price,
Of their destiny.