On autumns rancid soil

Coldness seeping from my wounds

Curls my skin with the angst of centuries

This my devils call, my grim obsession


In the eerie gloom of this night

Under the branches of the hanging tree

I, the dreadnought

This time shall not falter

Thunderous crack of demon tails

Ensnares my mind with twisted lore

Words that pierce like tusks of beasts

Calling me down, deeper down


Unto this I must suffer

Under him I must serve

In Octobers reeking earth

I am doomed once more