Cold de At The Gates

To rid the earth of the filth
to rid the earth of the lies
the will to rise above
tearing my inside 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
now let the final darkness fall

'...the dream of the new disease
on wings of
sucking terror from the needle #39;

22 years of pain
and i can feel it closing in
the will to rise above
tearing my insides out