Chains Beneath the Snow

You pray to your saints…

I listen from the forest.

You light your candles…

I watch them burn.

You tell your children I am only a story.

You are wrong.

I crawl from the mountain When the nights become long Black horns

through the snowfall Dragging iron along I know every window I know

every name I know every secret You buried in shame You lock

every doorway You pray I pass by But walls cannot hide you

And prayers cannot lie

I don’t need to knock… You already know I’m there.

I AM KRAMPUS THE THING BENEATH THE SNOW

I AM KRAMPUS

THE PLACE YOUR NIGHTMARES GO When the bells start screaming When the

candles die

When you hear those chains behind you— DON’T TURN AROUND.

I have walked through your winters For a thousand years I’ve watched

generations Disappear into fear The innocent fear me The wicked know my

name And every little promise You broke becomes my chain I don’t

forgive I don’t forget I don’t sleep I don’t regret

You taught your children

To fear the dark…

I AM THE DARK.

One… Two… Three… Knocks.

Open

the door.

I KNOW YOUR NAME!

I KNOW YOUR SINS!

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID!

YOU CANNOT HIDE! YOU CANNOT RUN!

THE LONGEST NIGHT

HAS JUST BEGUN!

I AM KRAMPUS!

Horns against the moon!

I AM KRAMPUS!

And I am coming soon!

Let the whole world tremble Let the church bells cry Let every

sinner lock their doors— I WILL FIND YOU TONIGHT!

The snow keeps falling… The bells keep ringing… And when Christmas comes

again… I’ll be waiting.