Sing me the sonata of a broken soul,
The cry of a baby like he'd seen a ghoul,
Mothers frantic for their children to be ensoul,
Kiss their goodbyes, hearts punctured with holes.

Run little boy...run,
You're only six and this is no fun,
Jews bogeymen hunting with a gun,
This is not done, it has only begun.

Mummy is not here and daddy is dead,
Everywhere you fled was nothing but red,
Hum the sonata as you lay on bed,
Do it quietly or your head is next.

Is it night or day?
How would you know...as it was all smoke and gray,
You hum louder...trying to silent the fray,
Keep it down, you're humming the sonata of a prey.

You were afraid and left astray,
When will this end? You sang and pray,
That was feckless as they love to play,
Can you hear it? The crusade war is on replay.

Here comes a hero to save your day,
It is not Superman cos he is gay,
The Satan is here for display,
Hohoho...here comes Santa Claus on his sleigh.

This is where the sonata end,
No one can amend this senile defend,
You sang the song but the pitch miswend,
Close your eyes and let the blood descend.