There's a chill upon the air and days are down and dire

And all our doubt grows wings and our wickedness conspires

No on will sleep soundly in this tangled web of spite

We're in for a long night

The relentless beat of time will take its heavy handed toll

Until the hurt runs through your veins from pole to icy pole

And the ones you love so well have all been lost from sight

Into the long night

Until the hand no longer holds fast the man made blade

And blood for blood our debt in hollow ground is laid

We'll greet each other blindly in the absence of all light

Afraid of the long night

Afraid of the long night