In a Samhain's eve you're walking through the forest. Several hours till dawn and seven miles up to your place. Air was full of grace until a cloudburst started and a gust of Northern wind blowed onto your face.
Lightnings flashed so close but suddenly weather cleared. Stiff and still the air as you see shadow in a dark. Rider in grey cloak, no sound, no hoof clatter. On his head an iron crown, suit behind his back.
Who rides through the night until the morning? Once he was a mighty noble king. Who will take your soul without warning? Devil Dandy silent Hellequin.
Silent are black dogs, eye burning hair glowing. Silent is goshawk his shoulder calmly occupies. As he points on you just try fergetting your name. As his dark grace falls on you kneel to one demissed.
Off the torchlight. Madly rides in darkness keeper of the seven deadly sins. On the crossroads you will meet His Highness, Devil Dandy silent Hellequin.
Never speak a word. Don't break with scream this silence. Better bite your lips then kiss the dingy oaken ring. You will see your past, your present and no future as you swear a silent oath to the faceless king.
It was strange but now cold shiver makes you creepy. Frozen heart don't bleed, but are you conscious? Are you alive? Now ride in line, the black dogs are obeying. Now you ride a horned black horse under leaden sky.
Day of Samhain, windy misty morning. in the churchyard choir soflty sings. You are huntsman, he is your master. Devil Dandy silent Hellequin.