I'm dreaming of a red Christmas
Snow red with blood of those I killed
And the Snow turns reder
The more I Splatter
I see corpses in the Snow
I'm dreaming of a red Christmas
My Scythe it slices through your Flesh
May you loose your limbs and your head
And may all your Cristmases be red
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