The Pale Light of the November Moon

call from the dark
that no one can hear
but why should it be heard?
as ones who hear it are cemetery fodder

pale light of the november moon
highlighting my scars, my will to die
eerie fog rises
as my flesh and soul departs

no more life
among the feeble
death
set me free from chains of flesh

set me free from life
that is filled with people I hate
let me be me
until I lit the northern sky in flames

darkness of my soul
will be spread worldwide
as the sun disappears
and the moon shines no more