The black dog walks in the room and leaves me in the cloud and gloom
The January skies are grey the nights are long with shortened day
Rain falls down as shards of glass
That pierce the soul and through me pass
The depths of winter, the winds of hell
Drive down and try me to fell
The night sky boils with melted brains,
And swirl around with white hot chains
And rain down pools of molten lead
That burn me lying on my bed.
The depths of man is never known
His heart is never on a throne
But tucked away in black abyss
The key long gone and lost to bliss
The pile of rock seems heavy now
It pins the arms and yet somehow,
The distant call of the piper now
Cuts through clamour cuts through the row.
He plays his tune in distant dawn
To summon nature, this fateful fawn
Will save us all if we can but see.
To him we answer not to we.