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