October Lyrics

It's still 82 in October

And I've seen the best of my band of Goblins laid to waste

By mice and malice. Vice and callous creatures from the aurora borealis

Dripping down, skipping town, eating tunnels through the firmament

These "Beings of Light" mock the monsters of the night

And swear their white blight isn't permanent

There's a garden in me

That all the seedless see

Let the reapers reap

There's a garden in me

The rain stats falling, it's always wet this time of year

And I'm stuck crawling through the thick, acidic mud

As ghosts of fallen trees appear. In this blood and birthright

Crux and curse fight to the death, so we will make our presence known

Take flesh from bone, our kingdom come til our last breath

Feast on heroes, sew discord

Harvest our infernal rewards

Beasts of burden, hide in shadow, wait your turn

Be the last bodies to burn

There's a garden in me

That all the seedless see

Let the reapers reap

There's a garden in me