Point: The Weather outside is frightful. Counterpoint: Death will come soon.

By Evan Bernstein

Nov. 9, 2013

By Sammy Cahn

Oh, the weather outside is frightful – but the fire is so delightful. And since we’ve no place to go, let it snow! Let it snow Let it snow! It doesn’t show signs of stopping, and I’ve bought some corn for popping. The lights are turned way down low. Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! When we finally kiss good night, how I’ll hate going out in the storm. But, if you’ll really hold me tight, all the way home I’ll be warm! The fire is slowly dying and, my dear, we’re still goodbying. But, as long as you love me so, let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!

Counterpoint: But Death Will Come SoonBy Lucifer, Lord of the Underworld

As the dark sets in and the clouds loom overhead, the coldness of the day begets the frigidity of night, and insignificant flakes of snow crash to the ground in a flurry of madness as if part of the blizzard of empty consciousness. Away with the warmth and comfort of the day! Bring forth the bleak kiss of death that is the gray sky! Lie back, embrace the weariness of sleep, and prepare for the reaper to ascend from the depths and drag you down to his fiery home. Only there, surrounded by screams of torment and columns of flame, will the grip of cold be released and eternal nothingness begin. Death is the only escape from the terrestrial ice-prison that is itself a hell frozen over. The time is soon! The end is coming! Relinquish all and submit to me, your eternal master and bringer of doom!