Letras:Motörhead. Motörhead Today. Out of the Sun.

The wind is cold where I live, the blizzard is my home
Snow and ice and loaded dice, the Wizard lives alone
The wind is cold where I live, [unverified] and cold and clean

White and cold and bought and sold and heartbreak in between
And so we shall see what is done and done and done
Trees are stone where I live, leaves of razor steel

High and low and ice and snow, broken on the wheel
Trees are stone where I live, flowers made of glass
Cold and white and wrong and right and voices from the past
And all our yesterdays are now undone, out of the sun

Frozen and insane, I alone remain held in the vice of my disdain
There is now way that anyone will ever, make me warm again

Life is death where I live, frozen grin my smile
Sun is moon and out of tune, broken strings and bile
Death is life where I live, hearts turned into stone
Frozen breath, and froze death and prisons made of bone
And so we shall see what becomes become, out of the sun