October

Of callous thoughts, of basest evil reason

October falls, to call, to the heinous heathen

So hail the hail, in storms and violence

And praise the darkness and an old alliance

The sun will set in non-shifting shadows

Hiding the arrival of New Drop gallows

And the howling wind will sing through garrotting wires

To fuel the flames for the witches pyres

And they'll await the date of All Hallows' Evening

For the innocent, caught, will not be leaving

In satanic black, wandering ghosts in masks

Will hunt to kill, like wolves in packs

There'll be creaks and groans of wooden decks

Before trapdoors open to stretch ropes round necks

And those twitching corpses with lolling tongues

Will be celebrated amongst the heathen throngs

Of callous thoughts, of basest evil reason

October's last falls in the killing season

Hidden blades and wires; the pyre, the necromancer

A knock on your door that you shouldn't answer