Dead Boys Quire
author: Tiamat
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 snow-white sheep
Still calm beside their shepherd sleep
Inject us out of here
Other songs by Tiamat:
A Winter Shadow
Mountain of Doom
Do You Dream of Me
Evilized
In a Dream
The Scapegoat