| Song | Cold |
| Artist | At the Gates |
| Album | Slaughter Of The Soul |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |