Tiamat
cold seed
What heals our snowblind 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
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- The Scarred People
- Amanethes
- Miscellaneous
- Prey
- Wildhoney
- The Astral Sleep
- Sumerian Cry
- Judas Christ
- Deeper Kind Of Slumber
- The History Of
- The History of Tiamat
- Commandments - The Best of Tiamat
- Born to Die
- Gothic Spirits 16
- Zillo CD-11/2012
- The Scarred People (2-Track Promo Version)
- Napalm Records Label Sampler
- Gothic Spirits 17
- Gothic Romance 6
- Symphonic Metal VII: Dark & Beautiful