[Verse 1] Oh, thou mortal hearts, cometh hither take your place, The stage is set, the lines embrace. A world of dreams, of pain, of fire, where every tale ignites desire. The quill I wield, my weapon keen, To write the greatest tales man has seen. From gods to kings, to fools who jest, All play their part— oh, you get the rest... [Chorus] For all the world’s a stage, my friend, Where tales begin, and heroes end. Through laughter, anger and sorrow’s moan, The curtain falls; none shall stand alone. The words take flight, the echoes ring, the bard’s true art, a timeless thing. So raise your voice, embrace my play, For life’s a story, come what may! [Verse 2] A villain’s plot, a hero’s vow, A crown to claim, a broken bough. Each a tale, brought to life on the stage, Each act a war, each line a cage. Oh, mortal souls, thou dream so grand, All brought to life by my hand. A tale of woe, a jest sublime, I write your tale in prose and rhyme. [Chorus] For all the world’s a stage, my friend, Where tales begin, and heroes end. Through laughter, anger and sorrow’s moan, The curtain falls; none shall stand alone. The words take flight, the echoes ring, the bard’s true art, a timeless thing. So raise your voice, embrace my play, For life’s a story, come what may! [Bridge:] Oh, gods may rule, and kings may reign, But words outlast the greatest names. The ink may dry, the page may burn, Yet still the soul of their stories turn. Each verse a spark, each tale a flame, The endless dance, the mortal game. For I, the bard, shall tell their tales, Through life, through death, through laughs, through wails.... [Final Chorus] For all the world’s a stage, my friend, Where tales begin, and heroes end. Through laughter, anger and sorrow’s moan, The curtain falls; none shall stand alone. The words take flight, the echoes ring, the bard’s true art, a timeless thing. So raise your voice, embrace my play, For life’s a story, come what may! [Outro] The quill lies still, the curtains down, the audience, they cheer, they clap, not a single frown So I'll take my bow, for here remains, The Bard who lives through endless names.
