The Cold Ones

This is us
No redemption
No heat can stop the cold
As they speak of higher powers
Their necrotomies will show
They are fucked

There's no stopping us
We are The Cold Ones
Another day, another death
We'll rot until there's nothing left

We'll rot until there's nothing left

There's nothing left

I've seen the holiest in death
Eternally wed to survival
Slaves to the bible

And as you lay there, a corpse
Begging for rest

You'll rot until there's nothing left

We are the cold ones
Another day, another motherfucking death

I hear the voices calling out from deep inside of me
Tells me to kill
Maybe they are right?
I hear the voices calling out their cries are deafening
It's time to kill
The Cold Ones own the night