Certainty of Failure

by The Cold

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Debut Album available on 12" Vinyl (black/limited smoke grey) and CD, Released on April 5th 2019 by Moment of Collapse Records.
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released April 5, 2019

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The Cold Hamburg, Germany

Extremely furious and fervent, The Cold from Hamburg unites Hardcore and pissed off political lyrics.
The Cold is formed by members of Post-Metal force Heretoir, ceased Thrash Hardcore band Cataract, Hardcore ensemble Grand Griffon and Crust fellows Sunlun.

Contact: thecold@riseup.net
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Track Name: The Neverending Story
Your despisable visions
of hostility and division
the foundations of  fear
won’t let anybody near
 
talks of blind recollection
moments full of rejection
oblivious idolatry 
you shift with ferocity
 
We won’t keep – quiet and still – calm and smooth
 
will fight your perceptions
of sensless animosity
obstruct your enmity
from the glimpse of inception

talks of blind recollection
moments full of rejection
oblivious idolatry 
you shift with ferocity
 
We won’t keep – quiet and still – calm and smooth

quiet and still - quiet and still

talks of blind recollection
moments full of rejection
full of rejection!


quiet and still - calm and smooth
Track Name: Czechago
Claimed your powers
To break
Our resistance
By law

Our resistance by law

No way you came to protect our lifes
appeared as the savage of this system

Only a savage of this system!

Beat down and dragged over burning concrete
Neglected our pillars of justice

Only a savage of this system!

Personal cravings, what drive you in the first place
Smashing and trampling our minds

Smashing and trampling our minds!

crushed our freedom, with bats and waters
trimmed our rights, let off your steam
that’s what you are –
that’s who you are

A savage!
that’s what you are – that’s who you are

A savage!

When you need a hiding place
From people you should represent
Then your decisions‘ve failed
And you‘ll drown with them

crushed our freedom, with bats and waters
trimmed our rights, let off your steam
that’s what you are – that’s who you are

A savage!
Track Name: Seneca
Wake up in terror, believe their pictures
they paint for you
Delete all options, to justify for
almighty rule

The mirror of the reign, imprison thoughts
Blurred and obscured

Dominion of prospect, imprisons every notions

Holding position tight, no other angle

With empty lines, they shape captivity
Carved for reality

Blurred and obscured
The mirror of the reign, imprison our thoughs
Blurred and obscured
Dominion of prospect, imprisons every notion
Blurred and - obscured

Wipe out all sepration
from powers holding the scepter tight
in their scarred fingers they never let go – never let go!

You played your par in this, in a game they set the rules for us
Is it worth it? all gone in the void of this game.

Is it worth it? all gone in the void of this game.
Track Name: Profit Warning
All I see in the world today
greedy players devouring alive
our freedom and right to thrive

Burn down, expunge this world

Controlling stooges and fears
Disregarding of soul and soil
Only left arid and void

Burn down, expunge their world!

All they care for are numbers and yields
the profits extracted from bodies left

Left - left to dry

Left to dry out in the fields
That should provide their shares of life

lived in vain

beings treated like dirty rags
Misused and spilled out in chunks!

languishing generations, dispossessed of all prospects,
kept captive and restrained, for your assets and constructs.
vanishing diversity, scars in empty landscapes,
that bleed for ages while you push along your road

All they care are numbers and yields
the profits extracted from bodies left

left to dry

beings treated like dirty rags
Misused and spilled out in chunks! – spilled out in chucks!

languishing generations, dispossessed of all prospects,
kept captive and restrained, for your assets and constructs.
vanishing diversity, scars in empty landscapes,
that bleed for ages while you push along your road

Burn down, expunge their world!
Burn down, expunge their world!
Track Name: Old Youth
Your world is spinning fast,
your time not much to be remembered
Your words are empty shells,
not more than a shiny fading pretender;

Your punch weakened while your blether filled your throat
Did we loose – the power of exclamation?

Or is it me, that just moved on lost all the grip and understanding
Indulging in the times, we shared and cared

I can’t see no commitment,
to what I once loved and lived with ferventness
Your striking squeals are hollow
No much than greasy suit, uniformed pretender

Your punch weakened while your blether filled your throat
Did we loose – the power of exclamation?

Or is it me, that just moved on – lost all the grip and understanding
Indulging in the times, we shared and cared
Track Name: Downroar
Rise, Rise, Rise from the past
Affinity given by violence and cast

Quiet, quiet, quiet through the time
Generation held captive by semblance of pride

Tell me now, where the hell is your merit?

Straight, Straight, straight in your life
Barriers are build, seperate us form birth

Break, break, break their concrete
forms all division wipes out pumping beat

Tell me now, where the fuck was you part in this?

Smash separations that keep us apart
Erase from the past – neglect what you‘ve learned
Reasons for pride that you never achieved
Erase all you know – neglect what you‘ve learned

Erase from the past – neglect what you‘ve learned
Track Name: The Conformist
I grasp the moment
of stucking hopeless time
Repeat my steps
on this vague bottomless line
That keeps me far
from being breathing and alive
In this cold darkness
That is enveloping life

Stream of illusion will tear me apart
No motion against it, how can I survive?

Surrounded by torrents
that keep me in check and balance
I struggle to fight
The strings around wrist and neck.
gorges round tight
the more I wriggle and combat
nothing but cripples
piled in our concious minds

Stream of seduction, will keep me in rest – keep me in rest
Pacing my heartbeat, till I‘m deaf – till I‘m deaf
Stream of illusion will tear me apart

Stream of illusion will tear me apart!
Track Name: Talcott Parsons
no way hiding,
suck in
every moment
of this
damned existence
I can’t bear
the pounding weight of

expectations!
implications!

Pacing highly,
keeping
up with our
cast and
Blank outlook
Tempest we call reality

expectations!
implications!

expectations!

implications - of conformity, cast away - morality

Tick, tick the clock moves on, following the beat of tradition
Can’t evade these vices, pinning my vessels
Tick, tick the clock moves on, hammered in our minds by convinction
what’s introtctrinated since generations
Tick, tick the clock moves on,
I can’t get out! I can’t deny!
Track Name: Shithole Governments
And while they struggle and strain
Escaping wasteland, once called home,
bury our history, our failing,
cancel veiled plans of great empires

Look what we‘ve left are chaos and imbalance,
the constraints of this age, choke every progress

confusion of reality, does not purge our blame
It’s our obligation and not our choice

And as they seek redemption, on paths both rotten and lethal,
They drown in depths and recoil from fences built

confusion of reality, does not purge our blame
It’s our obligation and not a choice

And as they seek redemption, on paths both rotten and lethal,
They drown in depths and recoil from fences built!

confusion of reality, does not purge our blame
It’s our obligation and not a choice
Just look around
how we availed
of their nemesis
It’s never been a choice!

They now lay naked and peaked,
in ditches trenched by colonial greed
Children denied of their future
Children robbed by sunken empires
Track Name: Kibera
Corrupted nations tear apart,
dismantel culture and slash open heart
With helping hands you built addictions,
in times of war your machinery walks,
——
Gained your power with fear and opression
Enforced your wealth on the loins of the living

Corrupted nations tear apart,
dismantel culture and slash open heart
—-
Corrupted nation tear apart,
dismantel culture and slice open their heart
With helping hands you built addictions,
in times of war your machinery walks
—-
Gained your power using fear and opression
Enforced your wealth on the loins of the living
Track Name: Golden Bricks
Walls and alleys, street by street, voices that vanish, in hollow concrete
Taken from us, in bold disdain, lost all its beauty and put in chains

put in chains

And you reach out, out for more,
Infinite greed, things left to own?

Walls and alleys, street by street, voices that vanished, in hollow concrete
Taken from us, in disdain, lost all its beauty and put in chains

put in chains

And you reach out, out for more,
Infinite greed, things left to own?
the block, the streets, the hoods down to the bone
the block, the streets, the hoods down to the bone

An you still reach out, out for more
Of this damn city that hides its face
Behind the golden bricks in shadows of greed
Of this damn city that hides its face

Of this damn city that hides its face - that hides its face!

Of this damn city that hides its face!

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