Cold
- 123 min.
Mom (2005)

Cold, cold, cold and hard to break
A heart of stone, no pardon found
In my day, there's no light
In my shadow - a trace of blood

I feel satisfied when I'm in the game, a master of my time
You'd better stay out of my sight
My philosophy is simply raw, so much older than the soil
And it's harder to describe than death

Cold, cold, cold - a dark symmetry
You can't change the way I'm living, here's the deal
It's my way, there's no hope
I would settle down, I've killed it all



Face another beast than those you have found up to now in your dreams
A nightmare from which you can't awake
It's a look into a hole so much deeper than a no
You'll get caught, you will get too bound

There's no other side and there's no afterlife, I assure you - just one end
Reincarnation? No way - I will die
And I'll never see all those innocents I wiped clean off this cold earth
Nor my mother and all her tears

Cold, cold, cold…