| Song | Cities Of Frost - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Orange Goblin |
| Album | Healing Through Fire |
| 作曲 : Ben Ward/Martyn Millard/Joe Hoare | |
| Salvation seems a million miles away | |
| A generation wiped out in one day | |
| The sun is setting on a rancid town | |
| Lady solace has been gagged and bound | |
| Brand a cross on the door of hope | |
| Asphyxiating, we begin to choke | |
| My head is pounding like a funeral drum | |
| Awaiting the angel of death to come | |
| If this isn't hell, it's the next best thing | |
| A city of frost for a leper king | |
| The fruits of | |
| Empire will not numb the pain | |
| And in our weakness, the lord's to blame | |
| Raping and robbing the dead on the ground | |
| Light of humanity will not be found | |
| All of our morals will now rot away | |
| Down on your knees for forgiveness you pray | |
| If this isn't hell, it's the next best thing | |
| A city of frost for a leper king | |
| The fruits of | |
| Empire will not numb the pain | |
| And in our weakness, the lord's to blame | |
| Lord come and take me far away from my home | |
| Lead me to refuge down the path you have shown | |
| Am I condemned to this delirious way? | |
| Forever toiling in my watery grave | |
| Brandish your daggers and come all ye men | |
| This is our kingdom, the walls we'll defend | |
| Crows of the tower will peck out our eyes | |
| And lead us to victory under black skies |
| zuò qǔ : Ben Ward Martyn Millard Joe Hoare | |
| Salvation seems a million miles away | |
| A generation wiped out in one day | |
| The sun is setting on a rancid town | |
| Lady solace has been gagged and bound | |
| Brand a cross on the door of hope | |
| Asphyxiating, we begin to choke | |
| My head is pounding like a funeral drum | |
| Awaiting the angel of death to come | |
| If this isn' t hell, it' s the next best thing | |
| A city of frost for a leper king | |
| The fruits of | |
| Empire will not numb the pain | |
| And in our weakness, the lord' s to blame | |
| Raping and robbing the dead on the ground | |
| Light of humanity will not be found | |
| All of our morals will now rot away | |
| Down on your knees for forgiveness you pray | |
| If this isn' t hell, it' s the next best thing | |
| A city of frost for a leper king | |
| The fruits of | |
| Empire will not numb the pain | |
| And in our weakness, the lord' s to blame | |
| Lord come and take me far away from my home | |
| Lead me to refuge down the path you have shown | |
| Am I condemned to this delirious way? | |
| Forever toiling in my watery grave | |
| Brandish your daggers and come all ye men | |
| This is our kingdom, the walls we' ll defend | |
| Crows of the tower will peck out our eyes | |
| And lead us to victory under black skies |