your knees and beg to The god of the cold white silence A frozen giant with a heart made of ice Hideous flesh eating creature of northern desolation In a land so cold
crawlin' Your halo of thorns is fallin' Blood runs cold I feel it in my bones But you don't know your time is up Blood runs cold Somebody somewhere
in search for death Drenched in blood the adored and beloved will give in to' Love in cold blood Breathe me in sweet suffering Love in cold blood Put
be our last. My hands are itching for razors. My angel, this knife shall carve thee wings. Consumed by sickness, I ache to see your blood. The hour
: I'll tell you in one sentence. The truth should not have broken you. You know I'd never turn away, Not in your darkest hour. I won't reiterate the
of humanity forsaken by my hand. 'O weep the angels shall - destroyed. As claws remove their wings. Jaws sodden in the purest blood - in the purest fucking blood
Cold-blooded murderer, Strengthened by the massacre Destroying the lives of the ones I forsake, Scour the earth as I take Searching to quench, thirst of my soul, It hungers Cauldrons of blood
: Yo krazy. Q'vole Bout to kick another oldie or what? Simon who want to flip that shit. Alright let's do it. Tripping out on everybody I don't trust
bloodshed, body parts, gory mess Dripping from our stereo, slashing is the way to go Blood metal - it's my life Killing, hurt and pain Blood metal - there's nothing better Blood
by my piss poor waves Never could imagine it livin with perellis Shoulda check ya rearview made a better resonance Wack yayo caught him slippin while he snort dust Cold blood
blood will run out pure and if i cut your wrists i'm sure the blood won't run out pure the colours blue and gold S T A the blood ran cold...
was this dude thinkin'? You can cheat the rules of the streets, and not leave stinkin'? I can squeeze without blinkin', I'm a cold blooded nigga Bank
Cold blooded, cold blooded, hard core Rough and rugged, rugged and raw For you and your your, for you and your You got the C to the, huh cold blooded
please, for real 1 - [Keith] (Strings) Cold... Blooded (When I walk in the room, all eyes on me) Let me get your number (Got ice on my hands, ice on my feet) Cold... Blooded
't see a thing And father left at eight Nearly splintering the gate Cold blooded old times Cold blooded old times Cold blooded old times Cold blooded
quite see it anymore Life kicks us in the teeth Yet something makes us crawl back for more... Blood and tears upon the altars of our lives we shed Blood
for my eternal greed Shortage of time, you are next, prepare to die Power grows in me, look to my supremacy Force fed in line, death-row, prepare to die Cold-blooded
