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