Paroles de Cold

God and his priests and his kings All were waiting, all will wait as they go over Held between heaven and hell As they're dancing, as they dance over and over...over Cold, cold Crimson and burr are still Yours completely, yours as we go over Sing for the lion and lamb Their hearts are haunting Still hearts hold ever and ever...ever Cold, cold God and his priests and his kings Turn their faces, even they feel the cold, oh oh What you are giving can't be forgotten and never forsaken What you are giving can't be forgotten and never forsaken Cold, cold