Cold Embrace

A time of grace An evil masquerade You soon will learn To heed the words A stealthy look The game will end in fire Years of trouble Died in seconds Chasing your steps Hunt for the heart Close to the magnet of thorns Don't waste your breath Don't waste your breath on me The filthy tongue The burning lungs Chasing your steps Hunt for the heart Close to the magnet of thorns I truly embrace it I won't ask you why Concealed in silence Our withering life Chasing your steps Hunt for the heart Close to the magnet of thorns