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Ah, listen to them....
The children of the night
What sweet music they make

May dreams be brought
That I might reach
The gentle strains
Of midnight speech
And frozen stars
That gild the forest floor

Through the swirling snow
Volkh's children come
To run with me
To hunt as one
To snatch the lambs of Christ
From where they fall

From where they fall
Ah, listen to them....   The children of the night   What sweet music they make      May dreams be brought   That I might reach   The gentle strains   Of midnight speech   And frozen stars   That gild the forest floor      Through the swirling snow   Volkh's children come   To run with me   To hunt as one   To snatch the lambs of Christ   From where they fall      From where they fall