~.-_-=|[O]*Oblivion Tone*[O]|=-_-.~ The moon So bright So beautiful, too Though clouds cover it Only to darken our fued When I see such splender I think to November And feel the chill that saddened my mood. Why is it, that darkness is overdue When it's the one that cloaks the dew? And why is it, That we've been so crude To the other we love And polished the rude? Oh, march with me young fighters! To those who've called you nutters! And cast them into the unknown Where they'll be bestown Upon which is a throne To the onward Oblivion Tone.
