When crow knocks gently on my window
And Christmas snow keeps falling in the dark
And tracks of sled are wide and glowing by my door
The guy in red is tall and skinny;
His laughter falls like stones on me
I know I’ve been so naughty in this year,
That Christmas sent me fear and dreams.
A crow still knocks not gently on my window
From inside I not speak nor hear of evil
And tracks of sled are light not brighter than the night
That lies on me so silent, so unbearable and thin.
A walk on roof nor see or hear, not bloody spell
To open the closed path inside my domus
To enter with a present with the breath of graveyard
With crawling footsteps of long dead creature,
His pet is darker then the eye of wicked crow,
It doesn’t knock before it enters,
It doesn’t wait for whisper: Help
His hound death is, but his present is deserved
I have been naughty for too long.
Just God may find me mercy and may save me
If not me then my soul. Or not.