Light This City - 05. Cold ('At the Gates' cover) | Текст песни

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• Light This City
• 05. Cold ('At the Gates' cover)

To rid the earth of the filth.
To rid the earth of the lies.
To will the rise above,
Tearing my insides out.

I feel my soul go cold,
Only the dead are smiling.

Oh!

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.

17 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.

Wow!