Blank page after another 
This tale has long bee through 
No ink left in the bottle 
The quills all cut in two 

No words left unspoken 
No deeds left untold 
Only white space unending 
Filling our dreams of old 

They say all hope is lost 
And this should make as sad 
But how can one lose 
What one has never had 
And in the face of Death 
My tears have long ran dry 
For I have come to submit 
What the world still denies 

Blank soul after another 
The pulse has long since died 
No life left in these vessels 
Cold stares in empty eyes 

And from our breed of tyrants 
We will be the last 
For the coming final season 
Has already passed 

They say all hope is lost 
And this should make us sad 
But one cannot lose 
What one has never had 
And in the face of Death 
My tears have long ran dry 
For I have come to embrace 
What the world continues to deny 

There will be no epilogue 
No final words upon our stone 
For in the fabric of our Time 
This future has already been sewn! 

I know the world id dead 
In veils of funeral clad 
For it has long since lost 
Whatever pulse it had 
And in the arms of Life 
These veins have long ran dry 
Best to embrace the scythe 
As we lay down and die