Cold Rage Lyrics


Hell's pure invention

promising pain

memories forgotten

only hate remains

moving pictures

churning down

psycho-faces

holding ground

extermination

virus found

undead nation

underground

grim streets that play your game

turning to use the pain

striving to a black tomorrow

turning the darkened page

images  of the past

streamed into the mind

visions of the future

you will be left behind