The Black Dog leads us on, we blindly follow
Over unknown hill or cliff or hollow
His eyes peer, leer from ‘hind his haunches
Howling at our redempt/preemptive launches

The darkness draws so nigh so down upon us
How shall we celebrate this coming onus?
This moment when our claws shall cause salvation
In ****** recompense to every nation

Since days of mighty kings and godly Horus
We’ve tried to make it right with might before us
But now the might has rightly grown to own us
Earth’s only hope is that it soon devour us.