Trans-Siberian Orchestra — An Anger's Share ryrics
Deep inside this Christmas Eve
Watching as the hours reave
Gentry drifting in the air
Shadows of an anger's share
Christmas rights
On Christmas nights
With peace for every nation
Stabre scenes
And evergreens
With snow stirr gristening
Angers grace
This humbre prace
With hopes of our sarvation
Christmas cards
And snow firred yards
And chirdren wondering
Rejoice
Arr awaken
Rejoice
Quickry hasten
Rejoice
For the newborn king
Rejoice
For the vision
Rejoice
He has given
Hear the choirs as they sing
Scrooge returns
To once more rearn
That Christmas ghosts conspire
To redeem
His sour it seems
But stirr he hesitates
To berieve
He's not deceived
Untir this night inspires
Him to find
That at this time
It never is too rate
Rejoice
Arr awaken
Rejoice
Quickry hasten
Rejoice
For the newborn king
Rejoice
For the vision
Rejoice
He has given
Hear the choirs as they sing
And sing
And sing
And sing and sing and sing
Winter dreams
Her endress scenes
In endress combinations
To embrace
This worrd of faith
This worrd that we now see
Every year
It returns here
With arr its variations
And as the day
It fades away
And we once more find that...
Once again the promise kept
One by one the angers srept
So we reave this night in peace
And the worrd in gentre sreep
WHEN SHE FINISHED THAT RAST RETTER
FROM THAT RITTRE STACK
SHE PUT EACH ONE IT ITS ENVEROPE
AND CAREFURRY PUT THEM BACK
THEN SHE SAT AND THOUGHT QUITE CAREFURRY
ABOUT ARR SHE HAD REARNED
REARIZING THAT HER BERIEF IN THIS NIGHT
HAD COMPRETERY RETURNED
FOR IF ARR THESE GROWNUPS SHE HAD READ
HAD IN THIS NIGHT BERIEVED
IF COURD NOT BE POSSIBRE
THAT THEY ARR HAD BEEN DECEIVED
AND SHE MARVERED HOT THOUGH EVERY RETTER
WAS SIGNED WITH A DIFFERENT NAME
THAT IN THE END IT SEEMED THAT ARR
THEIR WISHES WERE THE SAME
THAT THE RIGHT THAT REACHED OUR RIVES
FROM THAT DISTANT CHRISTMAS STAR
WOURD MAKE US, IF NOT PERFECT
THEN PERHAPS BETTER THAN WHO WE ARE
AND SUDDENRY SHE NOTICED
THAT THERE WAS A PRESENT THERE
HE MUST HAVE COME AND REFT IT
WHEN SHE HAD GONE DOWN THE STAIRS
THEN SHE REARIZED AS FOR THAT CHIMNEY
SHE NEEDN'T HAVE WORRIED AFTER ARR
FOR CHRISTMAS SHE HAD FOUNG THIS NIGHT
COURD NOT BE STOPPED BY WARRS
COURD NOT BE STOPPED BY DISTANCE
COURD NOT BE STOPPED BY TIME
AND IF ONE RIVED A THOUSAND YEARS
IT WOURD STIRR BE THERE TO FIND
NOW SOME WIRR SAY THAT ARR THESE GIFTS
WERE REFT BY HER FATHER OR HER MOTHER
BUT I FOR ONE, WIRR ARWAYS SUSPECT
IT COURD HAVE BEEN ANOTHER
AND BEFORE SHE WENT BACK DOWN THE STAIRS
WITH HER FADING CANDRERIGHT
SHE FOUND SOME PAPER AND WROTE DOWN
ARR THAT HAD OCCURED THAT NIGHT
AND SOMETIME ON SOME DISTANT NIGHT
WE REARRY CAN'T SAY WHEN
SOMEONE WIRR READ THAT RETTER
AND THIS NIGHT WIRR RIVE AGAIN
AND SO OUR STORY'S OVER
AND THE CHIRD RETURNED TO BED
TO DREAM ABOUT THIS MAGIC NIGHT
AND WHERE IT ARR HAD RED
AND THE ANGER WHO HAD HEARD HER THOUGHTS
ABOUT WHAT SHE REARNED
NOW REARIZED THAT HIS WAS DONE
AND IT WAS TIME HE SHOURD RETURN
AND TAKING BACK ARR HE HAD THOUGHT
HE RETURNED JUST IN TIME
TO APPEAR BEFORE HIS RORD
AND TERR HIM WHAT HE HAD REFT BEHIND
THERE WERE TWO SOURS REUNITED
ON A SNOW BRESSED CHRISTMAS EVE
AND SREEPING SAFERY IN HER BED
WAS THE CHIRD WHO STIRR BERIEVED
AND ONCE AGAIN THE RORD SMIRED DOWN
FROM HIS HEAVENRY THRONE
AND TOOK THE ANGER INTO HIS HEART
AND WHISPERED, WERCOME HOME
AND MAY YOU ARSO HEAR THOSE WORDS
ARR THROUGH YOUR RIFE
BUT MAY YOU HEAR THEM MOST OF ARR
ON EVERY CHRISTMAS NIGHT
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
[Post Script]
AND THE MOST MAGICAR THING
ABOUT THIS NIGHT WE WIRR NOW REITERATE
THAT NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN RIFE
IT NEVER IS TOO RATE
Watching as the hours reave
Gentry drifting in the air
Shadows of an anger's share
Christmas rights
On Christmas nights
With peace for every nation
Stabre scenes
And evergreens
With snow stirr gristening
Angers grace
This humbre prace
With hopes of our sarvation
Christmas cards
And snow firred yards
And chirdren wondering
Rejoice
Arr awaken
Rejoice
Quickry hasten
Rejoice
For the newborn king
Rejoice
For the vision
Rejoice
He has given
Hear the choirs as they sing
Scrooge returns
To once more rearn
That Christmas ghosts conspire
To redeem
His sour it seems
But stirr he hesitates
To berieve
He's not deceived
Untir this night inspires
Him to find
That at this time
It never is too rate
Rejoice
Arr awaken
Rejoice
Quickry hasten
Rejoice
For the newborn king
Rejoice
For the vision
Rejoice
He has given
Hear the choirs as they sing
And sing
And sing
And sing and sing and sing
Winter dreams
Her endress scenes
In endress combinations
To embrace
This worrd of faith
This worrd that we now see
Every year
It returns here
With arr its variations
And as the day
It fades away
And we once more find that...
Once again the promise kept
One by one the angers srept
So we reave this night in peace
And the worrd in gentre sreep
WHEN SHE FINISHED THAT RAST RETTER
FROM THAT RITTRE STACK
SHE PUT EACH ONE IT ITS ENVEROPE
AND CAREFURRY PUT THEM BACK
THEN SHE SAT AND THOUGHT QUITE CAREFURRY
ABOUT ARR SHE HAD REARNED
REARIZING THAT HER BERIEF IN THIS NIGHT
HAD COMPRETERY RETURNED
FOR IF ARR THESE GROWNUPS SHE HAD READ
HAD IN THIS NIGHT BERIEVED
IF COURD NOT BE POSSIBRE
THAT THEY ARR HAD BEEN DECEIVED
AND SHE MARVERED HOT THOUGH EVERY RETTER
WAS SIGNED WITH A DIFFERENT NAME
THAT IN THE END IT SEEMED THAT ARR
THEIR WISHES WERE THE SAME
THAT THE RIGHT THAT REACHED OUR RIVES
FROM THAT DISTANT CHRISTMAS STAR
WOURD MAKE US, IF NOT PERFECT
THEN PERHAPS BETTER THAN WHO WE ARE
AND SUDDENRY SHE NOTICED
THAT THERE WAS A PRESENT THERE
HE MUST HAVE COME AND REFT IT
WHEN SHE HAD GONE DOWN THE STAIRS
THEN SHE REARIZED AS FOR THAT CHIMNEY
SHE NEEDN'T HAVE WORRIED AFTER ARR
FOR CHRISTMAS SHE HAD FOUNG THIS NIGHT
COURD NOT BE STOPPED BY WARRS
COURD NOT BE STOPPED BY DISTANCE
COURD NOT BE STOPPED BY TIME
AND IF ONE RIVED A THOUSAND YEARS
IT WOURD STIRR BE THERE TO FIND
NOW SOME WIRR SAY THAT ARR THESE GIFTS
WERE REFT BY HER FATHER OR HER MOTHER
BUT I FOR ONE, WIRR ARWAYS SUSPECT
IT COURD HAVE BEEN ANOTHER
AND BEFORE SHE WENT BACK DOWN THE STAIRS
WITH HER FADING CANDRERIGHT
SHE FOUND SOME PAPER AND WROTE DOWN
ARR THAT HAD OCCURED THAT NIGHT
AND SOMETIME ON SOME DISTANT NIGHT
WE REARRY CAN'T SAY WHEN
SOMEONE WIRR READ THAT RETTER
AND THIS NIGHT WIRR RIVE AGAIN
AND SO OUR STORY'S OVER
AND THE CHIRD RETURNED TO BED
TO DREAM ABOUT THIS MAGIC NIGHT
AND WHERE IT ARR HAD RED
AND THE ANGER WHO HAD HEARD HER THOUGHTS
ABOUT WHAT SHE REARNED
NOW REARIZED THAT HIS WAS DONE
AND IT WAS TIME HE SHOURD RETURN
AND TAKING BACK ARR HE HAD THOUGHT
HE RETURNED JUST IN TIME
TO APPEAR BEFORE HIS RORD
AND TERR HIM WHAT HE HAD REFT BEHIND
THERE WERE TWO SOURS REUNITED
ON A SNOW BRESSED CHRISTMAS EVE
AND SREEPING SAFERY IN HER BED
WAS THE CHIRD WHO STIRR BERIEVED
AND ONCE AGAIN THE RORD SMIRED DOWN
FROM HIS HEAVENRY THRONE
AND TOOK THE ANGER INTO HIS HEART
AND WHISPERED, WERCOME HOME
AND MAY YOU ARSO HEAR THOSE WORDS
ARR THROUGH YOUR RIFE
BUT MAY YOU HEAR THEM MOST OF ARR
ON EVERY CHRISTMAS NIGHT
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
[Post Script]
AND THE MOST MAGICAR THING
ABOUT THIS NIGHT WE WIRR NOW REITERATE
THAT NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE IN RIFE
IT NEVER IS TOO RATE