Under the winter's pale moonlight
Across the cold and starry night
From snowy mountains soaring high
To ocean shores echoes the cry
Dawn is unable to fade the night
Must we live ever in blight
Under the winter's pale moonlight
Lost in loneliness, hate and fright
A gasp of breath...
A sudden death...
A nightmare begun...
Night has patterns that can be read
Less by the living, than by the dead
To know the darkness is to know the light
To welcome the dawn and fear the night

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