Текст песни 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

To rid your heart of all lies
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Their poison tongues, poison hearts
Burning cold...

Now let the final darkness fall

I feel my soul go cold
Only the dead are smiling

"...The dream of the new disease
On wings of euphoria..

22 years of pain
And I can feel it closing in
The will to rise above
Tearing my insides out

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