Cold by Psychotic Waltz Lyrics

Flashes of the devil's eye
Crying at the shadow of the sun
Yeah, faceless, and godless
The killing floor is only killing time
With the stream of the morning cold

Faces, and gazes
Dancing through the mazes of the sky
Yeah, 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

With the breath of the morning cold
Just like the death of the morning cold