In the dark cold night of evil 
and frieght a crow passes by 
and smiles threw his eye 
a star is spotted by his haunting mind 
and cresses a thought of anything but kind 
as we see him howl in the dark cold night 
the moon has arosse and is ready to fight 
we want to protect our evil and danger 
and we want to kill the presious manger 
but our skin starts to burn to ashes 
as we start to drop to hell 
we here a sound of a painful bell 
we will never see light again 
and we will all ways feel dreadful pain