Oh glorious father, were have you been?

I've been fighting for all of my sins

Mindless games and weary dreams

This madness comes from within.

Oh why 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.

And I was just a little boy

I dreamed to play 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 and 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 and 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.