My Dying Bride - A Cruel Taste Of Winter

Walk with, with me. I'll be your Shadow God For now, just now. Give your life to me Your hope, your hope. I feel its steady hand Your heart, your fear. Take off and flee Trust me, just me. I'll catch you if you fall My arms run deep. Run unto my call I'll lead you into danger And all that troubles man I'll lead you far from hunger Just take my frozen hand You'll want the world to praise you And gather at your feet You'll want my blinding light And my searing heat I will lift you above their crying world Into your heart comes the love of fear You vanity, your sanctity Your kindless heart Your reverance. Your ignorance Your black uncaring eyes No sumpathy for humanity. Bleak horror The genocide, the parasites The kingdom of the ghost At one with fear Careless if you fall Beneath the earth Your heart may feel the call Can't let your mind be tainted By the praying men Divinity burns in thunder Over again Eventide. By your side All things because of you Fantasize. At my side. The lonely, the few God above. Lord and love. It's fools love heart of fire. Lord and liar don't falter