Lyrics At The Gates – Cold
Text:
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
Album
At The Gates – At The Gates - Slaughter Of The Soul
At The Gates – Bister Verklighet
At The Gates – Captor Of Sin
At The Gates – The Dying
At The Gates – The Flames Of The End
At The Gates – Need
At The Gates – Nausea
At The Gates – Unto Others
At The Gates – World Of Lies
At The Gates – Suicide Nation
At The Gates – Into The Dead Sky
At The Gates – Under A Serpent Sun
At The Gates – Cold
At The Gates – Slaughter Of The Soul
At The Gates – Blinded By Fear