*yes father.
say goodbye to the smiles and your genocide, say goodbye cause we're losing it all tonight, the birds call one last time but it's out of spite, and flowers wilt as the ground below ignites...
Hearing ringing of church bells, guessing stories they will tell, lost it all but hey, oh well, he'll bring you down with me to hell!
For my brother, understand, here and now all of this ends, face the man who speaks in hands, to madness we shall both descend!