May the wind howl through the trees
Let it grasp my yearning spirit
May it be bitter, may it be cold
Let it grasp my yearning spirit.

Away be the light, here darkness reigns
Night be it long
For in these nights my soul is free
"Oh darkest of days I praise thee"

May the wind howl through the trees
Let it grasp my yearning spirit
May it be bitter, may it be cold
Let it grasp my yearning spirit.

Away be the light, here darkness reigns
"And dwelleth I do in shadows
For darkness calls my name"
Light be it faint

Nights be they long
For in these nights my soul is free
Transcend all reason and reach for the infinite
These are the darkest of days
A death of reason has come.

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