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The silent night has turned to a night of fear With windows howling wind into your ear You listen to the spirits far behind These things you hear are too much for your mind The bell strikes and your spine chills like the grave The chill that turns your blood from red to grey You know that with these things you see and hear The silent night has turned to a night of fear Image on your bedroom wall Shadows marching in the hall Just about to flip your mind Just about to trip your mind Just about to flip your mind Just about to trip your mind The green and purple lights affect your sight Your mother cannot comfort you tonight Your brain calls out for help that's never there The silent night has turned to a night of fear