Der Alte Lyrics & Chords By Messersstein

Saints on the rise in the form of thorns, Sermon on the mount from the fire tongues, Satan on the lips in the form of god, Killers in a line of the chosen ones. The lies of...read more

White! Then you look away. You reach for assistance when you start to sway. Knees feel weak, as your vision fades away. When you're faced with death, that's when you start to...read more

We live like mice, eternally. We've never seen the endless... Lemmings en route we'll have to see, Where will it take our ashes. We've run away, we've run so far ...read more

My mockery is spelled in ink across these shapely. Curves Of bone under this wrapping flesh. My hate won't dissipate so quickly with the coming flame. From all the tongues that...read more

As I open my eyes, as I open my walls, As I open my self I feel you pouring in. As I swallow your lives, as I swallow your hearts, As I swallow your filth, I feel you coming in. ...read more