You're a gargoyle, on this building top
With your teeth bared, and your claws sharp and ready
You have seen me, walking, in hatred
With the side-walks wet, beneath my feet
In winter, the trees loom above
In December, are you trouble prone?
In December, hatred
In winter, hatred
In December, hatred
In December, hatred
In December, hatred
In December, hatred

A dark shadow, reigns this night
My eyes shadow, with conviction
In all noir, you descend
You go for the kill
In all noir
In all noir, you descend
In all noir, you go for the kill
In all, noir
In all noir, you descend

A dark shadow, reigns this night
My eyes shadow, with conviction
My eyes shadow, with ... [?]
My eyes shadow, with conviction