Текст песни Bethzaida - The Blasphemer
Bethzaida - The Blasphemer слова песни
I am the shadow`s darknessI am the sweetest painI am the curse of heavenI am sweet tender hellI bring you cold winterUpon the mountains highBut what I crave from you my loveWill never satisfyAs nothing stands before meI leave nothing when I am goneI come with the cold wind from northAnd I always must go onI bring you nights of passionBetween walls made of woodAnd when I have to go I whisper"I thought you understood"Take comfort as I leave youone day I will returnContinue where we left offYou have so much more to learnWhy is the night so brief ? What we could accomplish in a smalleternity,two in darkness. The sun hidden behind the horizon. Forever darkness...