Enter The Cold
As he packs up his things
And heads for the door
Enter the cold, enter the cold
Nicotine eyes, sweeping the floor,
Enter the cold, enter the cold...
Tell me, mother, tell your own son
Where do the dead go when time has come?
The day I bleed, will you bath in my blood?
Enter the cold, enter the cold
Sometimes at night, when northern winds blow
I hear my father, I hear him talk...
Winters arise and sparrows fly low,
Enter the cold, enter the cold
Enter the cold...