Cold Lyrics - Psychotic Waltz

Flashes of the devil's eye 

Crying at the shadow of the sun 

Faceless, and godless 

Dancing through the mazes of the sky 

They steal the breath of the sleeping dogs 

To steam the great machine and start 

The ride 

Shaking, and breaking 

With the silence of a stranger passing by 

With the breath of the morning cold 

Just like the death of the morning cold