Vision of a Death and farewell

You told us how you weren't afraid to die,
Standing above the crowd,
We wish you well.


He had a voice that was strong and loud,
Well then, so long, We'll miss him.


Ranting and pointing his finger,
At everything but his heart.
No way to recall,
What it was that you had said to me,
As if I care at all.


You took a stand on every little thing,
Standing above the crowd.
Someone above the ground,
Someone who seemed to feel the same,
Someone prepared to lead the way,
Someone who would die for me.

You've claimed all this time that you would die for me,
To ascend you must die
You must be crucified
For our sins and our lies
Goodbye...