Album by At The Gates
Number of Lyrics in Album : 6
By At The Gates, In this cell that is ours there is no pity No
By At The Gates, Can you feel the pain I feel? I've lost all sense
By At The Gates, My veins they are open And yours to fill The beast of
By At The Gates, Catch fire - just like a living disease Unholy desire -
By At The Gates, (instrumental)
By At The Gates, Each day a mournful pity Life looks upon you with scorn Hopes