In the old part of town, there's a house from the past,*
That lies like a dark rested soul
And up in the attic, where the spiders are kings
Sits a bookshelf of silver and gold
A book stands within it, as black as the night
And it's pages are not filled with lies
The stories it holds were written in pain
From lost and unfortunate lives
Entry by entry, page by page
A soul is taken away
Into the blackness, cursed to the darkness
A diary of hero's betrayed
This book is a diary given to few
Who their country they served and obeyed
The ones who their statues stand high and remind
Of an act that forever will stay
They'd seal their own page and smile with a grin
Thinking that they will be great
But they did not know that by signing in blood
It meant that they signed off their fate
Only a few have seen this book
In silence the scramble through life
They dare not to speak of the nightmares they've seen
And the horror that creeps in their minds