The Snow in My Hand - My Dying Bride

I’ve seen them

So dark

Black

And yet fine

The flower they carry had once been mine

Get away from me, man of stories

Robe of lies

Stay far from me

I lie to myself (it's not hurting)

I need help, but not from you or yor father

No!

Jesus Christ

Who’s my saviour?

Lose myself in gods death

No!

I can’t bear all this pain

I had watched the snow all day

Falling

It never lets up

All day falling

I lifted my voice and wept out loud

«So this is life?»