The Outsider

Wake!
Wake up the dead!
No recollection of life or death.
My time spent in darkness,
Natural light is what I crave!

I rise to the surface in the light of the moon,
Run away screaming, run away blinded by fear!

No! This cannot be!
No! This can't be me!
I am not of this place,
Scream, those who see my face!

Wake!
To no one calling!
Unaware of creatures crawling.
Pushing aside corpses,
Pushing aside my own kin!

I rise to the surface and search for something more,
Run away screaming, run away blinded by fear!

No! This cannot be!
No! This can't be me!
I am not of this place,
Scream, those who see my face!

Flooded by the moonlight!
I pass the gravestones, I pass the church,
Oblivious embodiment of death.
Oblivious, I am the moonlight.