Gold Songtext
von THROTH

David it′s been ten long years
Where would you be now amongst your peers?
I hope found some peace in your despair
My dying bride, Katatonia and Type O negative
I hope you knew your life was one well spent
Although I often read of your lament


With a voice of gold from the winter cold
You will never grow old now
What went through your mind as you died
On the lonely highway it ended

Years learning how that metal doesn't pay
Even if you play it every day
Even if you live on motorways

With a voice of gold from the winter cold
You will never grow old now
What went through your mind as you died
On the lonely highway it ended