Lyrics The Blasphemer - Bethzaida

The Blasphemer

I am the shadow’s darkness
I am the sweetest pain
I am the curse of heaven
I am sweet tender hell
I bring you cold winter
Upon the mountains high
But what I crave from you my love
Will never satisfy
As nothing stands before me
I leave nothing when I am gone
I come with the cold wind from north
And I always must go on
I bring you nights of passion
Between walls made of wood
And when I have to go I whisper
«I thought you understood»
Take comfort as I leave you
One day I will return
Continue where we left off
You have so much more to learn
Why is the night so brief?
What we could accomplish in a small eternity
Two in darkness.
The sun hidden behind the horizon.
Forever darkness…