Paroles: At The Gates. Cold.

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

Twenty-two years of pain and I can feel this closing in
The will to rise above, tearing my insides out
I feel my soul go cold, only the dead are smiling, oh