A Cold Grave - Lyrics - Zyklon

Zyklon was a Norwegian blackened death metal band formed in 1998 by Samoth and Trym of Emperor, along with members of Myrkskog. Their style has been described as modern death metal with black and industrial undertones. After more than a 2 year hiatus, the band officially split up in January 2010.

A ferocious circle of fiends A paragon to follow A derisive laughter, created by winds No wonder everyone thought it was hollow A place for everything Grace me with sleepless nights A time for anything Praise me with clear-cut fights A dead end street Shut your bedroom and block herein Lift and uncover your sheet Addictive like *** *** The chasm of reality Sanctions through folly Still no overdrive capacity Never seen anything so holy This is the night of the cold grave blues Be sure it's all wrapped well and tucked I ain't got no short fuse Hell, this is when we'll all be ***