Interpret:

Tiamat

Album:

A Deeper Kind Of Slumber

Overhead my spirit flies 
In plasticide and crimson skies 
Whispering winds in moonlit wood 
A totem oak once golden stood 


How I wish that you were here 
Before all flowers disappeared 
We'd lay together in the sun 
Before the mindrape had begun 


Now stones are falling from my hands 
Are shaking all my beloved land 
A watery glimpse back on my past 
And only in my tears it lasts