December night

Night raps inside me a brick wall

high, I feel how time

dancing on the graves of more than December

darkness trepak .

I'm on an expedition lap

the night will go towards his own ego

the demons whip nails hit you.

I am the door ajar ready

you enter into, and out of the

have a night of dreams, and the rest from importing

melody.

Through the stone, and the stump

I swear in the name of freedom.

I can find within me the right words

the rhythm, the crisp output from.

Take a moment to me is the homan

who sees the eyes of condolence

brings the center of the everyday life of its right

forgetfulness. Give me

Christmas already come to give peace

feeling merciful than the rest

blessed. Do not enslave faith

brainwashing children, love

her only. Give up

Class differences in the creative pens

Christmas is a journey.

So many kinds of Christmas expectation

we are here in the world

on the road on the way of destiny.