Such exquisite torment
To be so denied
With every furtive glance
I am sanctified
Such delicious torture
Forbidden and so chaste
With every new surrender
Comes a new and sweeter taste
We steal our silent pleasure in damned conspiracy
We share our whispered sighs in Bible Black complicity
We tempt the hand of Eros with yearning and denial
We craft the course of subterfuge with cunning and with guile
In denial
We're in denial
In denial
We're in denial
And this hell feels like heaven
And if Gods ever deign
That we should be together
Please no empty platitudes
Or promises of forever
Let's savour every moment
As we yield to destiny
'Cos all I want is you
And all you want is me
In denial
We're in denial
And this pain is God given
In denial
We're in denial
And this hell feels like heaven
Nu ką, nemaža tikimybė, kad vistik My Dying Bride nebus Kilkim Žaibu, atšaukė beveik visus šių metų pasirodymus. Tik organizatoriai kažkaip neskuba pranešti ir toliau reklamuoja..
guess I did make my name out of my drumming, and I have the big drum sets, and I'm doing all these crazy, odd-time signatures, so, yeah, I guess drumming was very important to what made me popular.