Alas, what a weary breath is taken, on that day when faith is shaken
When the god who doth throw, giveth birth to great woe, as he heareth the call, of O-hio.
For like a maiden lass forlorn, are those from whom, he has been torn
He takes from them, their starry eyed glee, as he goes where he truly, WANTS---- to be
And smiles with, an evil grin, this icon, brady quinn
For as much as did, their deep love grow, his evil heart, would only know, his selfish want for O- hio