Luna Ad Noctum

Rotten enough
I"ve been dying upon this lightless, feelingless existence
I"m trapped...
silver remedy closing my eyes
calling me so loud
showing me price of delight
so near about the the quick suicide hunting me down...
here is the Guardian of the night
hidden in flickering shroud
reveals for me the visage of darkness
taking off my rusty chains
that endless daylight – dungeon
so many whispers to poison my mind
I promise myself to consecrate & stand against with honor!