Oh, under this dead October sky,
Fastened under fetter and chain,
Sinking slowly,
Deeper,
And deeper still into that,
Dead October Sky,
Here I have been and always will be waiting.

This horrible October sky,
The blackened sun no longer shines,
But only burns,
With a dark and envenomed light,
Piercing those dark clouds in,
That dead October sky.

It seems that I have just began to lose,
Lost myself in those dead clouds,
Near that deadened sun,
Lost my poor and ugly soul,
In that dead October sky.

Stuck in this greasy air,
But I cannot help but to scream,
And to curse that blackened,
Dead October sky.

I may be a traitor,
But I can only begin to hate,
This dead October sky.

Betrayed by the empty sun,
Under the dead October sky.

My dead October sky.