When I was, A young boy,
My father, Took me into the city,
To see a marching band...
He said, Son when, You grow up,
Will you be, The saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned.
he said will you, Defeat them,
Your demons, And all the non - believers,
the plans that they had made,
because one day, I'll leave you, A phantom,
To lead you in the summer,
To join The Black Parade...