Just before midnight all the lights are extinguished
The sense of anticipation is very real
This is the darkest moment of the whole year
This is no time to switch off
At the stroke of twelve
The icon emerges
Just before midnight all the lights are extinguished
This is the darkest moment of the whole year
This is no time to switch off
This is the darkest moment of the whole year
This is no time to switch off
At the stroke of twelve
The icon emerges
Just before midnight all the lights are extinguished
The sense of anticipation is very real
The icon emerges