Cold Seed

Cold Seed -Tiamat

What heals our snow-blind weary eyes

When all stars are slain by fiery skies

And every word upon your spiraling cross

Is but a misled sun a bitter loss

Inject us out of here

All i asked for was a little love

But from my hands flew the maiden dove

While clouds like cotton snowwhite sheep

Still calm beside their shepherd sleep

Inject us out of here inject us out of here inject us out of here