Texty: My Dying Bride. Loves Intolerable Pain.

Denial of our shadow side
Will often cause it to rise up against us

That he does not need to die
Allows his mind to soar, to fly

What if love's intolerable pain never leaves?
What will your life's mark leave upon this world?
What now, will my dark craft do with your body now?
We walk as Gods together through a fiery dawn

What if you love someone you know you shouldn't love?
What will your dying father's last words to you be?
What now, the painting of young lovers is complete?

What if love's intolerable pain never leaves us?
Do we dash our bleeding hearts on the rocks of loneliness?
And cry unto the Lords above who turn away in haste?

From the heart, heart of snow
Comes the ice, it's crushing blow
From the soul whose love is sound
Comes the cold, it's frozen ground