I hate the moon and its glow For it no longerpleases 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 voie of 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