I am the october man, I dream of many things, this is my desire… This melancholia, this lure of golden wings, isolation… I am the october man, I live for no-one, this is my damnation… I dream of many things, the rape of angels, transformation… This odour of desire, these fumes of funeral fire, this is my celebration. I am the october man, I dream of many things, this is my desire…