His smile was a false disguise,
There was none in his eyes,
But in his hand an ebony blade,
Waited for a moment to reap,
Off then he threw his mask,
And plunged into his belly deep,
The fool of hearts bade goodbye,
To the lonely life he made.
This child holding in his arms,
A man with blood red hair,
He weeps into his father's chest,
Within a heart that beats no more,
The boy of auburn silken hair,
Cries an anguished shout,
She hears a booming shaking scream,
Left gaping in the air,
Rushing to her child's aid,
And falling to her knees,
The man she loved and held most dear,
Was dead upon the floor.
A family laid to rest their kin,
Their brother whom they loved,
The dead they had gotten used to many years ago,
His time had passed,
In the blooming grove,
They set his form alight,
His ashes rained upon his son,
Bound to keep the night,
Silently they let him burn,
To Sithis in the grave,
To serve the Dread Father after life,
Is this family's destiny,
For now they fight in the shadows,
This Dark Brotherhood shall reign.