Beatallica

When I find myself in times of trouble
Hybrid children come to me
Pray for father roaming—roaming free
And in my hour of darkness
It is standing right in front of me
He is the thing that should not let it be
Let it be, let it be
Hybrid children watch the sea
He is the thing that should not let it be
Crawling chaos underground people
Living in the world agree
The wretch is fearless with insanity
And though he has been sleeping
There is still a chance that he will see
That this thing should not let it be
Not dead which eternal lie
With stranger eons death may die
These are words of wisdom—let it be
I wake up to the sound of music
Let the metal come to me
Death to the one that will not let it be