O howling midnight winds
Thier icy wails carry far
Enveloping all who hear in a frozen embrace

Oh dark faerie and demon alike
Escape from your hiding places for only a spell
Weaving thou mischevious enchantments
Holding your unholy grip over the slumbering world
Play your silly little games of impish mirth

And how the sleeping sun rises...
Exspelling the thorny hold that was night
The sweetness of roses erupt from your light
Bringing the beauty of the dawn to an awakening world