Cold - At the Gates

To rid the earth of the filth

To rid the earth of the lies

The will to rise above

Tearing my inside out

I feel my soul go cold

Only the dead are smiling

To rid your heart of all lies

Their poison tongues, poison hearts

Burning cold…

Now let the final darkness fall

I feel my soul go cold

Only the dead are smiling

«The dream of the new disease

On wings of euphoria

Sucking terror from the needle scars»

22 years of pain

And I can feel it closing in

The will to rise above

Tearing my insides out

I feel my soul go cold

Only the dead are smiling