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