Their tales will grow old but heroes stay young
The war is remembered but sadness... unsung
Learn what is tragic and laugh at the joke
Reminiscing the tale told with a howl, tweet and croak

Take farewell to the Owl, how she twisted and turned
How late was the hour when she finally learned
And farewell furious Eagle as you died for your birthright
Enjoy it while it lasts for soon comes the night

How can you creatures not see what's been shown?
Why do you insist on a path of your own
When it leads up the same hill, that we've all climbed before?
We rediscover old darkness forevermore

This is the end. It has little to offer
As tomorrow again, you'll continue to suffer
And then you will come here to my house of regrets
We'll tell you more stories, me and my pets

Tears water flowers grown out of pain...
They could have been dragons but all dragons are slain
You look for both meaning and unfiltered truth
But to think you get both is a lie of your youth

So sleep in your chamber, gasping for air!
This life is your sentence by judges unfair
No matter the prison, all will be well
There's always a jester with stories to tell
Good night