God and His priests and His kings
All were waiting
All will wait
As they go over
Mmm, held between heaven and hell
As they're dancing
As they dance over and over
Over
Cold
Cold
Crimson and bare as I stand
Yours completely
Yours as we go over
Sing for the lion and domba
Their hearts are hunting
Still hearts hold ever and ever
Ever
Cold
Cold
God and His priests and His kings
Turn their faces
Even they feel the cold
Ooooooh, ooooooh
What anda are given
Can't be forgotten
And never forsaken
What anda are given
Can't be forgotten
And never forsaken
What anda are given
Can't be forgotten
Cold
All were waiting
All will wait
As they go over
Mmm, held between heaven and hell
As they're dancing
As they dance over and over
Over
Cold
Cold
Crimson and bare as I stand
Yours completely
Yours as we go over
Sing for the lion and domba
Their hearts are hunting
Still hearts hold ever and ever
Ever
Cold
Cold
God and His priests and His kings
Turn their faces
Even they feel the cold
Ooooooh, ooooooh
What anda are given
Can't be forgotten
And never forsaken
What anda are given
Can't be forgotten
And never forsaken
What anda are given
Can't be forgotten
Cold
Slow, we paddle through the lake
Straight to the very center of the darkest water
Where we can embrace the shadows on the surface
The eyes that look up lifeless from our twins below
And though your arms and legs are under
cinta will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plundered
My cinta will be there still
True, it's chilling to behold
Up close we stumble backwards laughing in our boat
Till the image sinks away to someplace far but certain
A land of mere suspension where someday we must go
And though your arms and legs are under
cinta will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plundered
My cinta will be there still
Though your arms and legs are under
cinta will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plundered
My cinta will be there still
Straight to the very center of the darkest water
Where we can embrace the shadows on the surface
The eyes that look up lifeless from our twins below
And though your arms and legs are under
cinta will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plundered
My cinta will be there still
True, it's chilling to behold
Up close we stumble backwards laughing in our boat
Till the image sinks away to someplace far but certain
A land of mere suspension where someday we must go
And though your arms and legs are under
cinta will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plundered
My cinta will be there still
Though your arms and legs are under
cinta will be the echo in your ears when all is lost and plundered
My cinta will be there still