By Blue Devil The cold sets in on the winter night The winds howl through the trees for a fright The snow and the rain come down slow My soul is lost and my mind is out of control I look into the mirror and see the old I look into the mirror and see what I ve sold What is all of this that I have disowned The pain of fire sets in The heat of anger is on the rampage again The burning of hate sets wars between men Is this the end I look into to the mirror and see the dead I look into to the mirror and see what is ahead What can I do All I can do now is load my gun and take them down Kill them all before they kill me May they all soon rest in peace