Cold — текст песни (At the Gates)

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
&The dream of the new disease
On wings of euphoria&
Sucking terror from the needle scars&
22 years of pain
And I can feel it closing in
The will to rise above
Tearing my insides out