To heaven, we did swear
that our bonds would never falter.
So destiny took us in its hands
and ripped this iron monster in two.
We watch it heave its last breath,
as it shoots from its ragged maw
fireflies into the midnight sky—
seem to scream out "We're going to die!".
Far off well-wishers sense no danger,
never knowing that we're kissing them goodbye.
"Goodbye! Goodbye! We're going to miss ya!".
Tonight we cry for the final time.