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Tiamat Cold Seed

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

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

Traduzione: Tiamat. Cold Seed.

: 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