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