Epitaph  As told by W’ÂîrM䜔¥ The Bard The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams Upon the instriments of death The sunlight brightly gleams When every man is torn apart With nightmares and with dreams  Will no one lay the laurel wreaths As silence drowns the screams. Confusion will be my epitaph  As i crawl a cracked and broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh But i fear tommorow i'll be crying Yes i fear tommorow i'll be crying Between the iron gates of fate  The seeds of time were sown And watered by the deeds of those who know and who are known Knowledge is a deadly friend  When no one sets the rules  The fate of all mankind i see Is in the hands of fools. Confusion will be my epitaph  As i crawl a cracked an broken path If we make it we can all sit back and laugh But i fear tommorow i'll be crying Yes i fear tommorow i'll be crying Crying Crying