Little black bird that sullies the earth;
Depart to where deserts converge
The ending of war, detains to befall;
Sustain their endeavour to fall
I'm hunting for the black september
Render your wastes, on the spires of pray;
Garnish the lands of dismay
Claims of bequest emerge in contest;
Absolve and relinquish distress
Hunting for the black september
Herald of prey, give rise to decay;
Ascend the afflictions of fray
Besmirch and appease, contribute relief;
Forsake a solution of peace
Hunting for the black september