I remember the day we laid you to rest
And opened the old chest you left me as a quest
Flags and uniforms, a strange sight to see
Little did I know, it was all from Wolfenstein, a game you adored secretly
Oh Grandpa, you were a mystery to me
Your love for Irish folk music and Wolfenstein, oh what a glee
Inheriting your chest full of enemy gear
Your legacy lives on, in ways I never thought I'd hear
I found a photo that looked a bit too real
Of you and Grandma in Germany, a love you couldn't conceal
Back in the 1930s, a different time and place
Who knew in those days you'd love a computer game's embrace
Oh Grandpa, now the pieces start to align
Your hidden passions now intertwine
Irish tunes and enemy flags, an unlikely pair
But in my heart, they create memories so rare
Oh Grandpa, your legacy lives on
Through Irish melodies and Wolfenstein's dawn
Inheriting your chest brought a mix of surprise
But learning more about you, I see the ties
I'll keep your memories close to my heart
Of the love you had for music and gaming, worlds apart
Thank you, Grandpa, for the stories untold
You left me with treasures more precious than gold
Oh Grandpa, now the pieces start to align
Your hidden passions now intertwine
Irish tunes and enemy flags, an unlikely pair
But in my heart, they create memories so rare
Oh Grandpa, your legacy lives on
Through Irish melodies and Wolfenstein's dawn
Inheriting your chest brought a mix of surprise
But learning more about you, I see the ties
I'll keep your memories close to my heart
Of the love you had for music and gaming, worlds apart
Thank you, Grandpa, for the stories untold