FatherFather you don't have to rise from the sky,to notice how much I miss the fogFather I don't have to drop from up high,to know how much I want to comeFather mountains screech with such unholy smiles,and greet God with this blissful bloodFather coffins are not something to deny,If said so then why not rest a whileRise from the sky, drop from up high,such unholy smiles, something to deny
