Cold Colours — Rotting Christ

the cold twilight was giving way to that frozen night when he started to say

through you eyes I can see none of your lies convince me

the dancing shadows I wait to appear the omen that shows you are here

away from you untrackable and yet near you untouchable

a sudden fear came into me the night is here it circles me

a sudden fear came into me the night is here it circles me

the silver of the moon so intoxicating I'll see them soon it's almost scaring

undoing hatred reflected the gold colours golden fire and red the black of death follows