Oh, glorious father, where have you been?

I′ve been fighting for all of my sins

Mindless games and weary dreamsThis madness comes from within

Oh, how did you leave me here to see that day

The soldiers took my rose away?

They beat and battered, tore and shattered

My innocence was lost this way

They say the devil had their souls

The night they took away my rose

The fire, it burned so damn cold

At the Massacre of El Kuroke

When I was just a little boy

I dreamed of playing with flowers and toys

But now I only see death

When a boy's lover is ripped away

He pulls out his guns to play

Until everyone is dead

They say the devil had their souls

The night they took away my rose

The fire, it burned so damn cold

At the Massacre of El Kuroke

At the Massacre of El Kuroke

That′s the way it had to be

I grew up at the count of three

Got no reason to repent

They say a man is born to kill

He learns his trade, it becomes a thrill

That's what they did to me then

Well, that's the way it had to be

I grew up at the count of three

Got no reason to repent

They say a man is born to kill

He learns his trade, it becomes a thrill

That′s what they did to me then

They say the devil had their souls

The night they took away my rose

The fire, it burned so damn cold

At the Massacre of El

At the Massacre of El

At the Massacre of El Kuroke