Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon Virgin Mother and Child Holy Infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in
: Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon Virgin Mother and Child Holy Infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep
Silent sky starry night so bright is the image of you in my life kill what dreams that were thought visions forgotten and wash your heart out with 800
Fire burns bright Through dark and cold Nights Stormwinds arise, the Sun slowly dies Pagan Winds blow, the Fire burns bright Stormwinds above, Storm
s blood spills to the ice, (as star-wrought destiny is at last fulfilled.) Swathed in freezing flame... The mystic wolves of the frost-moon (slowly, silently) encircle me, Their eyes
the marble walls. By the eldritch glow of black moonfire, The forst-shrouded trees whisper of silent paths, Brooding shades rise forth from the night
White lights-sunrise-landslides-basement walls, Bright light -bright eyes-despise these phone calls. I'm laying in bed all alone in the dark, mourning
I feel all right as long as smiles are shining bright What a game what a night I feel all right I said Pretty nights pretty nights but got nothing to
She got me with her looks, she got me with her stare, Bright blue eyes and her long blonde hair, From the start it was easy to see, This was the girl
branches hung low Softly covered by snow Even the strongest will Recoil beneath their silent chill See the plains so eternally white Bright, in spite of even the night
s gotta live Do you think she feels his pain There?s no justice in this game And when they fall asleep at night They know the morning won?t be bright
The lights around the Christmas tree don't burn as bright And all around the world it isn't a silent night Outside I hear the voices sing the sweetest
many seasons ago. When children would reach for their stockings And open the presents they found The lights on the tree would shine bright in their eyes
above the silent Thames bright electric trains on Friday evening rain again me and mr.jones so, so speechless and alone shopping lists, ephemera beneath the silent