The cold ones
Have you seen the cold ones
With skin as white as chalk
Lips as red as blood
By day they sleep
At night they come out to play
Their eyes sharp
Compelling you to join
Their wicked games
Be careful not to fall
For they look like angels
But are far from god
Only the holy keeps them out
So make sure your house is guarded
Never again will they call
Paradise
Have you heard of the place
Where immortality exists
Where happiness never ends
Have you wished to see
A place where you belong
To be close to god
Houses made of gold
Never ending wealth
Where souls rest
For this place you must work
For a place like this
Is close to god
Just keep your faith
Close to your heart
Then with god you`ll be