Candles in the night
Over the howling wind outside
Lighting the dark of this room
Dancing flames
Arise from thy sleep
Snow falling outside the window
Watch a the skyline
In the nighttime
Torments of wind blow the snow
Cold icicles hanging in the trees
Howling screeching wind like a banshee
Screaming in the night
Tight we grip our pillow
Indescribable shadows on the wall
Tighter we grip our pillow
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