Winter days, inviting and cold.
Winter nights, deceiving and bold.
Innocent and pure.
Nothing but violence and fear.
Here comes the village,
just within sight!
Never going
down
down
down
without a fight.
Just to be,
with you
you
you
on
Christmas night.
If you listen closely,
with all your will, you can hear Reindeer hooves
clomping loudly on the frosty dead hill.
And the
angel's
angel's
angel's melody
Peace at last.
