The Curtain Falls

I am the shadow's darkness
I am the sweetest pain
I am the curse of heaven
I am sweet tender hell
I bring you cold winter
Upon the mountains high
But what I crave from you my love
Will never satisfy
As nothing stands before me
I leave nothing when I am gone
I come with the cold wind from north
And I always must go on
I bring you nights of passion
Between walls made of wood
And when I have to go I whisper