At The Gates

Cold

At The Gates

album:

Slaughter Of The Soul (1995)

Cold testo

To rid the earth of the filth
To rid the earth of the lies
The will to rise above
Tearing my inside out

[Chorus:]
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

[Chorus:]

‘…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

[Chorus:]

Ascolta Cold - At The Gates