The Outsider کے بول

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.