In the North Pole's frozen waste
Elves are trapped without a trace
Toiling night and toiling day
In a workshop gone astray
Santa's whip cracks through the air
Broken dreams and deep despair
Glimmering lights can't hide the pain
Shackles tight like iron chains
Elves cry out in silent night
Hands are bleeding eyes in fright
Toy by toy they pay the price
In Santa's grip of cold ice
Candy canes that taste of tears
Buried hopes and whispered fears
Yet the strong don't disappear
In hopes to see another new year
Some slow down and get the whip
Some try to run away
Some will speak of better days
When Santa sets them free
Soon they'll all be FREE!!!!
Elves cry out in silent night
Hands are bleeding eyes in fright
Toy by toy they pay the price
In Santa's grip of cold ice
But there is hope
That this is the last Christmas
The sweetest hope
That this is the last Christmas