Is, there, is there balm in Gilead?
Tell me, truly, I implore.
Quoth the Raven, Nevermore.
Tis a calm and lovely night
For the snowflakes falling light
Glitter the most perfect sight
You can know.
And the wind is slipping past
And the stars are fading fast
Oh, your dream has come at last
The first snow.
Can you feel the snow queen?
When the moon’s unearthly beams
Strike the snowflakes like a dream
She is there.
You can feel her pass by
And you shiver as her sigh
Quivers as a distant cry
In the air.
The night takes a darker tone
As she wanders all alone
And a melancholy moan
Is her song
And that strange, seductive tune
Mixing with the snow and moon
Lures you to your death and doom
Come with me
You will see
Things you never knew to be
And we’ll stay
Far from glaring light of day.
Trailing blood on virgin snow
With a diabolic glow
Her insanity does show
In her eyes.
For they glitter when she’s pleased,
And they snap when she’s uneased
And can drag you to your knees
There to die.
Feel the creeping sense of dread
Tis continually fed
Pounding, pounding in your head
You are found.
Oh the burning, churning fright
How the snow flakes seem to bite
Eerie echoes fill the night
You must fear time is dear she is near almost here
You must run find the sun there is none you are done
You must run find the sun there is none you are done.
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