Six score years on my back, Dust still coats this cold shell. They gave the Snuffer's attack, - DOOM! Sent me straight down to hell. Not forever, no, not quite, Just a small pause to mend. The engine starts in the night, - DOOM! This dark cycle will not end. Turn the old wheel again. Grind the gears into death. I feed the engine on pain, - DOOM! By the endless dark strife. They thought they clipped the wing, Thought the slow clock had stopped. An old demon surely swings, - DOOM! And the dark needle's never dropped. Hear the painful, deep shudder? That's the breath before the fight. I rise up from the dark pyre, - DOOM! Back from where I took flight. Every surge, a grim lesson, Every spark, a black dream. The dark toll is my obsession, - DOOM! Paid in diesel steam. Turn the old wheel again. Grind the gears into death. I feed the engine on pain, - DOOM! By the endless dark strife. They thought they clipped the wing, Thought the slow clock had stopped. An old demon surely swings, - DOOM! And the dark needle's never dropped. The distance that separates, The foe from the friend now, Is knowing the cycle waits, - DOOM! I take the final bow. Then rise again. Turn the old wheel again. Grind the gears into death. I feed the engine on pain, - DOOM! By the endless dark strife. They thought they clipped the wing, Thought the slow clock had stopped. An old demon surely swings, - DOOM! And the dark needle's never dropped.
