At which hour i wast a young knave
mine own fath'r tooketh me into the city
to seeth a marching band
that gent hath said, "son, at which hour thee groweth up
wouldst thee beest the savi'r of the broken
the flung out and the damned?"
that gent hath said, "will thee defeat those folk?
thy demons, and all the non-believ'rs
the plans yond those gents has't madeth?"
"because one day, i'll leaveth thee a phantom
to leadeth thee in the summ'r
to joineth the black parade"
