1. INTRO

(Instrumental)


2. THE COLD SHOULDER

The cold shoulder of life, still got a hold on me.
Eternal rain in my head, won’t let me free.
I won’t be the man that you want me to be.

I’m not afraid of death or the coming of age.
But the demons in me feel more home than I.

I´m locked in a casket of world’s repression.
Fight alone to win.

Free till death.


3. LONE WOLF

Lonesome eyes among cruel gods.
No one can see straight through the cycles of life.
Bad luck dwells in my own mind.
Eternal despair is raining down from every pore.
Monochrome and pristine, lost and alone.

Still searching for the lawless love, but my love turned to stone.
Lonewolves will reign.

Nothing on earth could change my soul.
Never fit in the world in which you live.
The death clock is ticking.
Time is making me wild.
No place to feel free.

Lonesome eyes among cruel gods.
No one can see straight through the cycles of life.
Bad luck dwells in my own mind.
Eternal despair is raining down from every pore.
Monochrome and pristine, lost and alone.
Follow nothing and no one, but my inner lonewolf.


4. REPRESSION

A divine instinct guides me through the lows of time.
Wild winds still carry my frozen mind.

Well it’s too bad, Well it’s too true, Feels like I never knew you. Ignorance by the sharp teeth of envy.
Your hate has made me strong.

Disgraceful and corrupted, soulless and full of hell.
Iron minds refuse to follow the devilish path of society.

Well it’s too bad, Well it’s too true, Feels like I never knew you. Ignorance by the sharp teeth of envy.
Your hate has made me strong.

Tough luck has always been my destiny.
Wish I could believe in miracles, like you do.
Sometimes it feels like a curse to know you.


5. MEMENTO MORI

Twisting tongues, doubting words of wisdom.
If it's your hell, you own it alone.
The world still turns their backs.
Reality is repressed by the darkest commitments and conventions.
No life, no integrity, no solidness.

Let the disgrace wash away your fortune.
Mortal thoughts were never in your mind.

When the clouds branch out, when you come down to earth.
These demons seem full of confidence, but no one tries to catch you.

Twisting tongues, doubting words of wisdom.
If it's your hell, you own it alone.
The world still turns their backs.
Reality is repressed by the darkest commitments and conventions.
No life, no integrity, no solidness.