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
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