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Lyrics
Stockings hung by the fire, charred black ash,
Snowflakes fall, but the shadows clash
Creaking floorboards, whispers in the walls,
A silent night where the darkness calls
No sleigh bells, just the rattling chains,
Snow turns crimson, staining the lanes
It’s a Merry Christmas with the Grim Reaper in my bed,
Mistletoe rotted, the green turned to lead
Lights flicker, dying like the words unsaid,
It’s a merry Christmas, but the joy’s long dead
Wreath of thorns on the front door hangs,
Choir of crows where the carolers sang
Frostbitten fingers trace the windowpane,
In the glow of the moon, I’m dancing with pain
No sleigh bells, just the rattling chains,
Snow turns crimson, staining the lanes
It’s a Merry Christmas with the Grim Reaper in my bed,
Mistletoe rotted, the green turned to lead
Lights flicker, dying like the words unsaid,
It’s a merry Christmas, but the joy’s long dead
Silent screams in the dead of the eve,
A broken heart tucked under my sleeve
Presents wrapped in shadows, tied with despair,
Hollow laughter hangs in the frosted air
Details
GeneratedNov 6, 2025
Duration2:26
LanguageEnglish
Style
Hellfire Christmas beats, dark gothic emo rap, sad, haunting vocals
Credits
Prompt by
whats_it_matter
whats_it_matterModelAria v5
