Lyrics:

"watch closely"
"closer (closer, closer,...)"

It's Christ
It's Christmas eve
October bleak and desolate

There's frost murder in my (???) room
And still the pennies earned
The blood stained windows of night

It's always Christmas here for my dead of winter
I gaze into the (nursery?/rosary?)
I speak where is the vision
(decost?) and pray to priests in the dead of winter

The heart is (felt a?/smelt a?/smells of?) birds out of place
A paradise to call perfection
Theatre, intrigue all fair in the dead of winter

A place to hold you in disguised to live a shack
A memory that's what comedians are for
Reflection, reflection in my heart

The river of (???) swallow them?
To melt them enters love
Dead head dont worry
Become submerged repression (surge?/serve?) the church
Dead of... winter
Winter ...cold

Here sauce is cold cold again again again I
(???)

They think the hot spot (?sent here and then?)
They dont know what its like to live f**k
I'm not against (???) priest (???) hollow (???) dead don't (???)dead love(???)