Today all the sources would agree
that the day of their death was a cold dark day
Scuttled ships have blocked the sea
and the pallid light of morning melts into an ashy gray
Chorus:
And goodbye to everything
sayonara everyone
they are tired
write the eulogy
No one understood a word they said
hailed them all as kings up upon a pedestal
Their names scribbled on a parchment piece
would sink like any ship listing fast from ruptured hull