Count down from three to one
a new year has just begun again
high grounds and winter sun
cold wind and frosty violins
Will put everything back into place
and bring peace upon the gods who dare to test us
from down under deep out into space
hope everyone got what they asked for christmas
Hey hey the king is dead
won't someone make the music stop
while we danced among ourselves
they went and chopped his head right off
Your hand will hold the ace of spades
we will forget the melodies that haunt us
reindeers will go on holiday
as we rely on yet another To put everything back into place
and bring peace upon the gods who dare to test us
from down under deep out into space
hope everyone got what they asked for christmas