When I was a young boy
my father took me into the city
to see a marching man
He said: somewhen you grow up
would you be the savier of the broken, the beaten and the damn!
he said: will you deafet them?
your demons?
and all the not believers, the plans they have made?
because one day I leave you, a phantom,
to lead you into the summer
to join the black parade!