- cifra
There's a chill upon the air
And days are down and dire
And all our doubt grows wings
And our wickedness conspires
No one will sleep soundly
In this tangled web of spite
We're in for a long night
The relentless beat of time
Will take its heavy-handed toll
Til the hurt runs through your veins
From pole to icy pole
And the ones you love so well
Have all been lost from sight
Into the long night
Until the hand no longer holds
Fast the man-made blade
And blood for blood our debt
In hollow ground is laid
We'll greet each other blindly
In the absence of all light
Afraid of the long night
Afraid of the long night
