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

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All I asked for was a little love

But from my hands flew the maiden dove

While clouds like cotton snow white sheep

Still calm beside their shepherd sleep

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