Night... silent night
Snow on the roof
My breath turned to ice

My mind was aloof

Cold winter moon

Shone through the reed
Glistering frost
What night for my deed!


Onward and onward
Away from the light

To the lake by the grove
To a beautiful white


Ah - what innocence
The nature of grace
But there shall be blood

I would mire this place!

White turned to red

As I tore them apart
I dined with the swans
I drank from their heart


Their fevering cries
Dulled with a crack

I broke all their spines
I drank from their neck


As I came back to myself
I heard not one sound
Feathers fell like snow

Unto cold sparkling ground

I divided from remorse

In this night of great chill
And vanished into the darkness
It was time for a kill...