Lirieke: Medeia. Cold Embrace.

From what no-one should have survived a few remained
To witness a new day on top of the slayed

Your grace
The cold embrace
Your grace
The cold embrace

Like always
We want nothing to be something
We make believe that this is not a flash
In complete darkness
We need strength from your frigid caress

Your frigid caress

Underneath the red skies
Between bliss and devastation
This new world eats its young

Your grace
The cold embrace

This road is paved