I hate the moon and its glow

For it no longer pleases me 

I curse the winter and its snow

For it will lead "them" to me

Returning to the Darkness

Of the mountain caves

Following the voice of the past

When sky is obscured with clouds



Even starlight seems miserable 

Fragile memories hurt my mind

Into everlasting misanthropy

Cold and depressive

One with the old dead forest



Before I leave this place

Nothing left to comfort me

But the cold touch of steel