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