Oh, listen to them
The children of the night
What sweet music they make

May dreams be brought that I might reach
the gentle strains of midnight speech
and frozen stars that gild the forest floor

Through the swirling snow
Volkh's children come
to run with me, to hunt as one
to snatch the lambs of Christ
from where they fall
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A Dream Of Wolves In The Snow Lyrics

Cradle Of Filth – A Dream Of Wolves In The Snow Lyrics