Testo di Cold

Flashes of the devil's eye Crying at the shadow of the sun Faceless, and godless The killing floor is only killing me With the sream of the morning cold Faces, and gazes Dancing through the mazes of the sky They steal the breath of the sleeping dogs To steam the great machine and start the ride Shaking, and breaking With the silence of a stranger passing by With the breath of the morning cold Just like the death of the morning cold