Austere Lyrics & Chords By Rout

See the medal reverse This hope is not lost It's mischief to turn Your ship to send off And gowns We'll ransack this town I'd rescue here and now In velvet you'll drown ...read more

Austere as some neo-con nightmare, armed to the teeth. A Buddhist soaked in gasoline burns in the streets. Tired of the pride of the traditionally minded. Sick of the arrogance of...read more

Austere Lost myself and sympathy Dim the shapes of all that´s passed Down cast eyes sweating pain Crestfallen with faithlessness Sorrowborne to iniquity A rosary to...read more