• A single piece of paper and fifty empty lines
    My hands are growing weaker by the sound of unsung lives
    The heroes that were forgotten set to drift the endless sea
    Their songs are sung and tales told, to last for eternity

    But still this page remains unstained, untouched with a heroes tale
    Heroes left to sow the sorrows of a desperate, lonely hell
    But somewhere marked upon the earth they have left a sign
    Waiting to be discovered and uncovered for a new time

    And if these lonely heroes are left to tend to an unfinished life
    If they're left to never be found to be drowned in this dreary tide
    I'll try to tell their story and bring their spirits back to life
    So they can spend eternity at peace from a heroes fight