cold, only the dead are smiling, oh 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
rise above Tearing my inside out [Chorus:] 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
Перевод: At The Gates. Холодной.
stalk unto the other side Plains of otherness The utter emptiness Where time have ceased and dark and light collide Crossing the river of death and water cold
diggum smacks A get through the door with the cracker jacks Classic from medina cold looking very hard Next to the door came the yardman scard Into my crib to find the inchie at
hot but we was nowhere near ready to fall My son said he shot, but he wasn't bleeding at all Word, I started buggin when my nigga said he feel cold
gate We touched the stars That now laugh from afar At we, the damned The damned The damned The damned He was a predator, creditor cold Our blood was
to let the hammer go click on my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine fool its your bad time feel the blast of the chocolate bomber Infra red aimed at your
, Murph run his ass off I got every whip, derrty even got a Nascar and you know we fucked up at his house Ayo my rain on weed, naps and Japanese Clap at
my skin Screams in the night The walls are closing in Maybe I'm condemned, But time will tell Soon I'm standing At the gates of hell Save me from
will be. Down at the edge, close by a river. Close to the edge, round by the corner. Close to the end, down by the corner. Down at the edge, round by
Sing, bird of prey Beauty begins at the foot of you Do you believe the manner? Gold stainless nail Torn through the distance of man As they regard the
, when you worth some millions That's why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelin's Your can find Joe crack at all type of shit Out at Vegas front
give a fuck, suede bucks and Coogi sweaters What's up? Whatever sable fur to lamb leather I've seen it all in the trap with fitted caps for cold weather
Kids) Yeah yeah yeah yeah So...I'm eating my scrambled eggs this morning And then I think about it I'm the mayor of the city Yo where you all at man?
you reach those pearly gates you ain't getting throughWell I've been thinkin', I've got a brand new plan I'm gonna start a little church down at the Stumble
turn my shine into Moses couldn?t cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposes panoramic roof, under glass like a coaster backseat driver, racial slurs at
river of fire, or a lake of gold, heats my desire when I get cold. Oh, cut the cord of love's reward. The seven sisters and the seven sons at the gates
