This Cold Reign - Mushroomhead

Break down the walls

Tear them to pieces

Burn them to ashes

Leave them with scars

Mine you have become

No one can help you

And no one is safe

The horsemen of doom

Are riding again

Try to beg for mercy

Here comes the evil

That spills from my head

Run for the hills

Cause this is the end

Why beg for mercy

Mine you have become

I climb the mountains

Pled to the warden

Drink from the fountain

Bled my distortion

I’ve seen all the things that make up your dreams

Awaken from your sleep

My soul to keep

Glory or defeat

Never let it go

Warrior chief

Women and children

Front of the line

Make them watch

While their loved ones die

Beating of flesh

Witches of wretch

Make them pay for their regrets

Mine you have become

Agony come of age

Pain of punishment of hate

This cold reign

Soul drain

Dream of death we masturbate

Masquerade in rows of graves

This cold reign

Soldiering

I watch them burn

From day to day

Suicide genocide

Seems to be the only way

Mine you have become

I climb the mountains

Pled to the warden

Drink from the fountain

Bled my distortion

I’ve seen all the things that make up your dreams

Awaken from your sleep

My soul to keep

Glory or defeat

Never let it go

Warrior chief

My soul to keep

Glory or defeat

Never let it go

Agony come of age

Pain of punishment of hate

This cold reign

Soul drain

Dream of death we masturbate

Masquerade in rows of graves

This cold reign

Soldiering