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Released 12/25/2020.
Duration: 4:09.

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Lyrics:

Do the compecados in the Northern Wastes drag in gifts from the cold to present to their mates?
And when the suns reflect the blood on the snow, do they mark Yulepassing Day?

Do the trees of the snowfields clap their hands and rejoice?
Would I stand in their stead if I was given a choice?
And when the trash on the shore bleeds into the sand, do its memories drain away?

Might they feel like I do in my barren living room?
Where the stronghold lights cast narrow beams through the gloom
Where the aches weigh on me, through TEMP's and drugs and tears
Remembering how the season shone when you were still here

In the strange and distant cities of the past, that left behind ruins ancient and vast
Did the memories of the dead haunt the living as they do today?

In the Bizkantine temples and Rennaisance arcades, on forgotten pathways down to moonlit glades
Did they stop and feel the ghosts in their hearts bleed the verdant world to gray?

The world's an ugly place
No salvation awaits
But the weight of your absence, like black wings unfurled, marks out a scar on the soul of the world
While the streetlights are shining and there's music all round
Trees are decked out in tinsel, snow covers the ground

Still I spend my each evening in my barren living room
Where the stronghold lights cast narrow beams through the gloom
Where the aches weigh on me, through TEMP's and drugs and tears
Remembering how the season shone when you were still here