Anathema The Sweet Suffering
As a shadow is cast overhead I rejoice in the coming of the gloom Lifting my eyes to view what, to me, is beauty I decipher what is read in the cloud The verse is shouting out and ringing in my ears The claps of thunder, scared? No, me I revere in the enchantment of mother nature Her caress it soothes and brings me joy Kneeling to the rainfall Wind's whispers beckoning Inhaling the sweet scent Elation is overwhelming The way is dim but somehow I find it One by one the victims of life are dwindling Me, take me... grief no more if death will save me Take me, save me, show me salvation Lead me... a sacred path, reinstate creation Show me joy, grief, pride and show me your envy The way is dim but somehow I find it
