Interpret:

Tiamat

Album:

A Deeper Kind Of Slumber

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