A Cruel Taste Of Winter Lyrics - The Dreadful Hours - My Dying Bride

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