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 Blackout

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