THE WAAAAAAAAAAAAALL ON WHICH THE PROOOOPHETS WROTE
IS CRACKIIIIING AT THE SEEEEAAAAMS
UPON THE IIIIIIIINSTRUMENTS OF DEATH
THE SUNLIIIIGHT BRIGHTLY GLEEEEAAMS
WHEN EVERY MAN IIIS TORN APART
WITH NIGHTMARES AND WITH DREAMS
WILL NO ONE LAAAAAAAY THE LAUREL WREATH
WHEN SILENCE DROWNS THE SCREAMS
