: To each his own, drop dead! Death toll declined! Rise up! fear not! like the wake from inside! To each his own, feel dead! Descend from sky! Rise
the life we share! Please!, withstand the pain, I sent to you! The pain I sent to, you! The pain I sent to, you! Gods rest the dead! Which is my need
: Fall, white light fell. You fear, the point death sent. Rise the dead's awake. You, you like to find me in what's right. Like to dream me in hell,
: Not the one. The souls are gonna burn. You're the one. Coming down the dead. Through the darkness skies are gonna show. Pray for lies, but who's the
: [demo version - Remastered edition ('97) bonus] Live like the dead. We find what its like to rise. We die to create. We will not wait. Attack. We
You fall, white light fell You fear the point death sent Rise, the dead is awake You like to find me in what's right Like to dream me in hell, dying
Artist: Obituary Transciptter/Copy righter: LSlasher [SLT] Band's artists: Frank Watkins James Murphy John
It's chopped in half Feel the blood spill from your mouth With rotting ways comes destiny We feel the soul taking over, bleed It's chopped in half Feel
With the dying body dead With the dying the coming rotting With the dying the coming rot Rot in hell religious one Cold fate, the chosen son Find the
Destiny, feel disgrace I'm the one that's fallen I'm the one in pain I'm the one that's going Forces decay in pain By the light The suffer is cold There
Face yourself in burns with fortune Comes with the falling rain Peels down, racist game The death falls, blood pours And then we see lies pour, lies
Not the one Souls are gonna burn You're the one Coming down the dead Thru the darkness Skies are gonna shout Pray for lies But who's the one to go Streams
Ha Ha. Only true, only true Obituary and Diablo D., Skinner T, wants some pleasure. Bastard cycle. Profession of a make of myself. ...well with a spell
We're dying for our souls to learn We're dying for our souls to burn We're dying for our souls to learn We're dying
Spirits call, spirits rise Desolate sky, spirits die Haunting for the silence as the sickness falls within You've got your strays, the mice are killed
Final Thoughts Sigh on to you just lost the blow Sigh on to you Sigh on to you My friend Fell thoughts of soul's descend Final Thoughts Sigh on to
The killing is a mean rots in the pain Fight for the fear of rights The time is set scream for the help Fly thru the darkest nights The peeling is the
