At the Gates Cold ( Live Graspop 2008)
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 Their poison tongues, poison hearts Burning cold Now let the final darkness fall I feel my soul go cold Only the dead are smiling 22 years of pain And I can feel it closing in The will to rise above Tearing my insides out I feel my soul go cold Only the dead are smiling
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