| Song | One Body Too Many |
| Artist | Winds of Plague |
| Album | A Cold Day in Hell |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Burn me out of your mind. | |
| This is a place | |
| I cannot be anymore every inch of ground is paved with lies. | |
| Your only concern is for yourself. | |
| No mercy no remorse for the innocent. | |
| You're the bearer of a dozen faces and every last one is destined to be broken now drop to your knees and lose the last of your pride. | |
| Your only concern is for yourself. | |
| You have crossed me once. | |
| Next time you’re done. | |
| Next time you will learn the hard way not to toil with a mind that’s lost all hope. | |
| Broken bonds and envies ties. | |
| My only chanced is to turn inside. | |
| Everyday the colors fade to black and white. | |
| I see the world through cold eyes. | |
| Every inch of ground is paved with lies. | |
| Every emotion is dead. | |
| All faith is perished. | |
| No mercy no remorse for the innocent. |
| Burn me out of your mind. | |
| This is a place | |
| I cannot be anymore every inch of ground is paved with lies. | |
| Your only concern is for yourself. | |
| No mercy no remorse for the innocent. | |
| You' re the bearer of a dozen faces and every last one is destined to be broken now drop to your knees and lose the last of your pride. | |
| Your only concern is for yourself. | |
| You have crossed me once. | |
| Next time you' re done. | |
| Next time you will learn the hard way not to toil with a mind that' s lost all hope. | |
| Broken bonds and envies ties. | |
| My only chanced is to turn inside. | |
| Everyday the colors fade to black and white. | |
| I see the world through cold eyes. | |
| Every inch of ground is paved with lies. | |
| Every emotion is dead. | |
| All faith is perished. | |
| No mercy no remorse for the innocent. |
| Burn me out of your mind. | |
| This is a place | |
| I cannot be anymore every inch of ground is paved with lies. | |
| Your only concern is for yourself. | |
| No mercy no remorse for the innocent. | |
| You' re the bearer of a dozen faces and every last one is destined to be broken now drop to your knees and lose the last of your pride. | |
| Your only concern is for yourself. | |
| You have crossed me once. | |
| Next time you' re done. | |
| Next time you will learn the hard way not to toil with a mind that' s lost all hope. | |
| Broken bonds and envies ties. | |
| My only chanced is to turn inside. | |
| Everyday the colors fade to black and white. | |
| I see the world through cold eyes. | |
| Every inch of ground is paved with lies. | |
| Every emotion is dead. | |
| All faith is perished. | |
| No mercy no remorse for the innocent. |