Fate's Library

The song describes a soul's library of predetermined fate, where books record every destiny in advance — but with the "right pen", one can rewrite their own destiny, break free from the archive's traps, burn the old scripts in renewal flames, and claim sovereignty over their story. Lyrics: The dust settles on eternity's spine Down halls where no lanterns may shine Shelves stretch past what eyes can define Arranged by a hand before time Each breath inked on vellum so fine Each stumble in cold black line A silent archive inside my mind Waiting for ghosts to find light I found the key 'neath a heavy stone The gate swung open without a moan A cathedral where I stand alone With heartbeats like thunder's tone My name etched in leather-bound tome A tale of shadows I outgrew The clock unwinds in candlelit gloom While flames burn the past anew [pre-chorus] The silence clings like paper old The stars are dots on maps untold The candles thin as mist unfolds From traps where time had hold Take the pen from the ancient ghost Dip the nib where suns are born From desert sands to cliffs embossed The web we weave at dawn Tear the pages stained with pain Cross the lines of lost retreat No more bound by history's chain The conquest of time's complete The prophets sleep down in the deep Their words like autumn leaves The ink now flows through gardens weep Where grief no longer cleaves I struck the line that spoke my fail Carved a window through the wall Lifted the veil so thick and pale And chose to stand not fall The silence clings like paper old The stars are dots on maps untold The candles thin as mist unfolds From traps where time had hold Take the pen from the ancient ghost Dip the nib where suns are born From desert sands to cliffs embossed The web we weave at dawn Tear the pages stained with pain Cross the lines of lost retreat No more bound by history's chain The conquest of time's complete