The Curtain Falls - Bethzaida

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