into the shadows and Take my place of a past I wish to forget (Repeat Chorus) x2 solo (Repeat Chorus) x2 Cold, cold, cold! Cold, cold, cold! Cold
and voice, A lullaby which Thou wilt own, The spirit's song of sweetest tone. To God on high all glory be, Who gave His only Son for me; For which the
war has no need for traitors Can you hear the call of the North star Feel its longing in your heart This bound is eternal Sworn through blood At the
climb so far to give it all up for a moment of glory, glory As the months rolled by and accusations fly the bloodsuckin' lawyers know they're in for
, Duke is real Stay lookin' for the loot to steal He determined, don't try to touch Bad Boy 'cause we's burnin' I want my glory Duke is not a joke an
room for me up on that cloud Can?t find no changes for better in my luck Empty are my eyes and my heart Cold gray days, the nights are so long My heart is sinking, bound
glory I knew 'em all, personal like I got the inside story I'm gonna sell the rights 'Cause I'm tired of walking, I wanna ride Tired of walking This kinda thing, it's bound
We're gonna meet up there When they lay me in the cold ground Bow your heads and pray (Bow your heads and pray) And I'll be bound for glory In the
A passion deep within my soul Not slowing down, not growing cold An unquenchable flame That keeps burning brighter A love that's blazing like the sun For
hell awaits Victory was so close in their grasp For their volk, their nation and their blood Then the rain set in for endless days Turning the ground
mountain crest I think of the tales I've been told Of air so fresh yet so cold (Repeat Chorus) Every castle I see tells a story Tales of battles, blood, and glory
on falling It was our endurance against natures calling Feeling so cold and so tired Will we ever find the fire? So many dreams lay shattered in the cold Many good men fell for
with tracks, boy, you're better off dead It's time for you to face the fact, boy, you're better off dead You'd sell your mother for a fix, boy, you're
? Stand by me? When silence is broken and stones are thrown, When my windows are shattered, will you give me a home? When I'm out in the cold, sranded
damn You fought for democracy never knowing why That it's not your land, why should you die? You became a pawn in the governments game Giving your life for
face of death I charge the enemy lines From the deserts of Africa to the Russian steppes I've battled through the heat and the cold Each scar tells you
no glory The bottle and I Don't need no sympathy at all As I hang on the edge Don't need no glory Till the river's run dry I won't cry for sympathy as
, maybe I'll start sellin dope for my cous Then I could drive the same car he does The life of a poor man Consider me desperate I sleep in a cold room
