Cold

God and his priests and his kings

All were waiting, all will wait as they go over

Held between heaven and hell

As they're dancing, as they dance over and over...over

Cold, Cold

Crimson and bare as I stand

Yours completely, yours as we go over

Sing for the lion and lamb

Their hearts are haunting

Still hearts hold ever and ever...ever

Cold, Cold

God and his priests and his kings

Turn their faces, even they feel the cold, oh...oh

What you are given can't be forgotten and never forsaken

What you are given can't be forgotten and never forsaken

Cold, Cold