God and his priests and his kings 
All were waiting, all will wait as they go over 
Held between heaven and [bad word] 
As they're dancing, as they dance over and over...over 

Cold... cold... 

Crimson and burr are still  [bad word]  yours as we go over 
Sing for the lion and lamb 
Their hearts are haunting 
Still hearts hold ever and ever...ever 

Cold... cold... 

God and his priests and his kings 
Turn their faces, even they feel the cold... 
What you are given can't be forgotten and never forsaken 
What you are given can't be forgotten and never forsaken 

Cold... cold...