The Blasphemer Letra

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...