Cold from Nuit by Noir

As the blood starts growing cold
When the body starts to fail
Thoughts will flow just like a stream
Bitter winds begin to wail

Memories drift like scattering ash
Upon a long forgotten stream
Recollections are all washed away
Hear the wind within your dreams

Outside
It's cold
Inside
I'm cold
My mind
So cold
My soul
Too cold

And you can try
But you will fail
Because we die
Our lives are frail
And as the young
Become the old
Like flames to ash
Our souls grow cold

So when the body is laid to rest
Within the earth so cool and damp
The thoughts of those you've left behind
Flicker and fade just like a lamp

All fires someday will cool
In some not so distant place
One by one the flames disappear
Just like memories of your face

Outside
It's cold
Inside
I'm cold
My mind
So cold
My soul
Too cold

And you can try
But you will fail
Because we die
Our lives are frail
And as the young
Become the old
Like flames to ash
Our souls grow cold

• Black Metal
• Blackened Death Metal
• Dark Ambient
• Death Metal
• Metal
• Neofolk
• Canada