Cold-blooded woman,
cold-blooded man,
cold-blooded heart
That I understand.

Coldest tuch stealing my soul,
It is too much, too far I can go,
Do you want more, more from my heart,
Can you let go something you had?

My hands are strong to fight next round,
If I will loose, I'll be your hound,
But never I will surrender my soul,
To your coldest hands that corrupted my home.

Fire just will burn every step
Befoure I will feel the moment I wait.
The heat is too low for walk that I go,
The silence I hear is keeping my soul.