Story Behind The Song

When I entered the house to retread my path I saw her packing up all her things I begged and asserted that I had made a mistake But these were the results that my actions would bring She packed her bags and walked towards the door My chest tightened as tears filled my eyes There are times where nothing can undo what has been done No matter how hard one may try All I wanted to do was to take her in my arms And say that all I had done was wrong As she opened the door and walked into the night I heard the winds howling an angered song It was in that moment that I feared I'd reached an end What now was left in my life to treasure? For year we'd been plagued with quarrel and error I had now gone to lengths of hatred that none could measure Now, I could find no reason to feel the warmth That to all Christmas time had always shown For on this night I had lost the one true thing And this would be my first Christmas alone...

Song Description

Clean chorus guitar in g minor with repeated obstinate. A solo cello solemnly plays the "We 3 kings of Orient are" melody. The piece pauses briefly before a gong blasts into the the full ensemble; lead and rhythm guitar, bass guitar, Queen-stylw drum set, several synthesizers. A hard rocking, fist-pumping, head-banging arrangement of Schubert's Moment Musicale is heard in screaming guitars, strings, and piano. The bridge lends itself to a revamp of the "We 3 kings" melody in the tubular bells, and solo guitar. The song breaks down into a gentle reflective piano, slow strings, choir pad, and assorted percussion sounds. As this section slows the heavier ferocious beginning is revisited. The song comes to a magnificent and ovation-enducing finale.

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