The silent night has turned to a night of fear

With windows howling wind into your ear

You listen to the spirits far behind

These things you hear are too much for your mind



The bell strikes and your spine chills like the grave

The chill that turns your blood from red to grey

You know that with these things you see and hear

The silent night has turned to a night of fear



Image on your bedroom wall

Shadows marching in the hall

Just about to flip your mind

Just about to trip your mind

Just about to flip your mind

Just about to trip your mind



The green and purple lights affect your sight

Your mother cannot comfort you tonight

Your brain calls out for help that's never there

The silent night has turned to a night of fear




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