Cold Is The Grave - The Crown

Through secrets of the dirty streets

Searching for a revelation

Wingless angels in the heat Knocking on

The doors of damnation Come on baby

Kick 'em in Feels like flying

When we are falling One more time

Ready to die Wild for the night

Death comes pale Cold is the grave

Black out under neon lights

Throwing up in desperation

Laughing in the face of sorrow The heroes of my generation

Come on baby Knock 'em out

Dance on fire

Slip in blood One more time

Ready to die Wild for the night

Death comes pale Cold is the grave

Through secrets of these blood drenched streets

Still hunting for a revelation

Wingcut angels in the heat

Banging on the doors of damnation

Come on baby Kick 'em in

Feels like flying When we are falling

Come on baby Knock 'em out

Dance on fire Slip in blood One last time

Ready to die Wild for the night

Death comes pale Cold is the grave

Ready to die Wild for the night

Death comes pale Cold is the grave