Blood Of Winter
David Tibet, Douglas P., Andrea James
In the blood of winter
You may crush my soul
For we can fall no further
The world is hell
We were born to suffer
And glory in our pain
Each dream has jaws to crush us
Again and again
Embrace his blood
The death'd head
When love lies torn and raped
Submissive and rejected
Burn the hand of fate
In this blood of winter
You may crush my soul
For we can fall no further
The world is hell