| The stars danced a waltz in the sky, | 
| Sending off a month to the war. | 
| And not tearing off drunken eyes, | 
| The moon howled out of grief at the moon... | 
| I'll be back, you bastard, I'll be back | 
| Through the fight, through one, another. | 
| I will find, you bastard, I will find | 
| Everyone who was, you bastard, was with you... | 
| And to the pain he loved the sky, | 
| Breaking the stars in half. | 
| And the stars screamed from love, | 
| And he yelled out of hatred... | 
| I'll be back, you bastard, I'll be back | 
| Through the fight, through one, another. | 
| I will find, you bastard, I will find | 
| Everyone who was, you bastard, was with you... | 
| And to the pain he loved the sky, | 
| Breaking the stars in half. | 
| And the stars screamed from love, | 
| And he yelled out of hatred... | 
| I'll be back, you bastard, I'll be back | 
| Through the fight, through one, another. | 
| I will find, you bastard, I will find | 
| Everyone who was, you bastard, was with you... |