Alas, here is your serenade my darling
That leaves you speechless and weak
May it teach you how to feel,
May it remedy your heartlessness,
And may your cries not interrupt this swansong

This is a call to arms
For all those who recognize romance as,
As a dying scene, who'll take it to their graves;
This is a call to arms
For all who hold this sacrament close,
May our hearts burn on

How dare you weep,
For it's insincerity that trickles down your face
Alas, here is your serenade my darling
And oh, what a long time coming it has been
This cruel lullaby that shall plague your dreams
And carry me towards revolution

This is a call to arms
For all those who recognize romance as,
As a dying scene, who'll take it to their graves;
This is a call to arms
For all who hold this sacrament close,
May our hearts burn on

I'll sing for you the threnody of modern romance
This is a call to arms
For all those who recognize romance as,
As a dying scene, who'll take it to their graves;

This is a call to arms
For all who hold this sacrament close,
May our hearts burn on