Father prayed and guess who came,
the hooded man in Sithis’ name,
but left and then he came once more to pass through window,
wall and door

I lie in fear my mouth agape as wicked blade did cleave your nape,
for I was watching ‘neath the bed to see the falling of your head.
And when your face lie on the floor, our loving eyes did meet once more,
and so I pledged to you that day, the Brotherhood would dearly pay.

And just as they took me from you,
I’d find and kill their Mother too,
but there’s someplace I need to start,
and that’s with father’s beating heart.
And when that’s done I’ll sing and dance
to celebrate a dead LaChance