Satyricon - My Skin is Cold lyrics
[Satyricon - My Skin is Cold lyrics]
My skin is cold and the birds fly free
Over my head, where winter grows
A heathen's call, stand up or fall
This world is yours, for you to rule
This, the blood of sin flows freely
This unstoppable force in the naked flesh
My skin is cold, your skin is cold
Black metal rock and a scent of leather
And bloodstained gold
With rain and wind come times of change
And dream come true
I go with you, on the path we make
This, the blood of sin flows freely
This unstoppable force in the naked flesh
My skin is cold, your skin is cold
Snow covered mountain i gaze in awe
Wondering who and what was here before
I made my mark on that sacred soil
This phoenix rose from a pit of pain
This, the blood of sin flows freely
This unstoppable force in the naked flesh
My skin is cold, your skin is cold
One nation's man carrying the weight
Of a people's disgrace
This is the turnaround!
Driven by birthright and godsent will
The time has come for you to rule
This, the blood of sin flows freely
This unstoppable force in the naked flesh
My skin is cold, your skin is cold
Over my head, where winter grows
A heathen's call, stand up or fall
This world is yours, for you to rule
This, the blood of sin flows freely
This unstoppable force in the naked flesh
My skin is cold, your skin is cold
Black metal rock and a scent of leather
And bloodstained gold
With rain and wind come times of change
And dream come true
I go with you, on the path we make
This, the blood of sin flows freely
This unstoppable force in the naked flesh
My skin is cold, your skin is cold
Snow covered mountain i gaze in awe
Wondering who and what was here before
I made my mark on that sacred soil
This phoenix rose from a pit of pain
This, the blood of sin flows freely
This unstoppable force in the naked flesh
My skin is cold, your skin is cold
One nation's man carrying the weight
Of a people's disgrace
This is the turnaround!
Driven by birthright and godsent will
The time has come for you to rule
This, the blood of sin flows freely
This unstoppable force in the naked flesh
My skin is cold, your skin is cold