В колонках играет - Anathema - Make it Right

There are moments of fear, when you drag me into unknown by the hand.
There are moments of doubt, when you turn your reverse side to me.
There are moments of perplexity, when my mouth seems sewn up in our talks.
There are moments of weakness, when I can't bay the stream of tears.
There are moments of rage, when my main undercover wish is to bite you to blood.
There are moments of hate, when you pretend to be what you are not.
There are moments of pain, when I curse the distance, both physical and psychical.

...Many moments of fear. Doubt. Perplexity. Weakness. Rage. Even hate.

And one eternity of love that consumes them utterly.