A Cold Grave - Zyklon

A ferocious circle of fiends

A paragon to follow

A derisive laughter, created by winds

No wonder everyone thought it was hollow

A place for everything

Grace me with sleepless nights

A time for anything

Praise me with clear-cut fights

A dead end street

Shut your bedroom and block herein

Lift and uncover your sheet

Addictive like goddamn heroin

The chasm of reality

Sanctions through folly

Still no overdrive capacity

Never seen anything so holy

This is the night of the cold grave blues

Be sure it’s all wrapped well and tucked

I ain’t got no short fuse

Hell, this is when we’ll all be fucked