Dark of December Lying with wraith of the dying times Cries in unison sing With the sufferer's breathing spoil Match that fleeting's toil And catch the fleeing soul And open the gatefold graves I hate this time of year A recall of long gone names I hate this time of year Through the suffering all
Stark doom impendor Draught in home and tomb entwine Cries in unison sing With the sufferer's heaving lull Match that beating's toll And catch the fleeing soul
Falling from an attic Helped to feet dead
Dark of December Rattle shrunken over glazing eyes Cries in unison sing With the sufferer's breathing spoil Match that fleeting toil And catch the fleeing soul If you can Open the gatefold graves I hate this time of year To visit the ghosted names I hate this time of year Through the suffering all Falling from an attic Helped to feet dead Cries in unison sing Years count