The Pioneer - Howling Giant

My back is to the setting sun

This place feels like some kind of hell

My transmission’s dead

No one to hear me shout

Old gods I hope you listen well

I’m counting down

Til darkness falls

Who wears the crown?

Cast your judgment on me

My sensors starting to freak out

The strongest signal that I’ve seen

Drink from the cosmic well

My mind begins to melt

My soul is trying to break free

I’m counting down

Til darkness falls

Who wears the crown?

Cast your judgment on me