to hate you But feel regret I'm most uncertain I've lost the bet I'm waiting to watch it I'm waiting to see Is this my overture? Or obituary? Or obituary
lightning cracked a crooked cross across the sky above the cross where he'd been hanging for a day (he was stoned again!) The breeze grew ice threw knives
I've seen the rain in vales of a deeper joy Don't mourn for me or my demise I'll away until we've found our deliverance The tears of your pain will melt
Kill. Fight 'til the death in a living hell. Fight 'til the death, remove any wait. Fight 'til the death in a living hell. Fighting death. Fight 'til
A stab in the back with a fearless knife With no regard to an innocent life Ruthlessly killing, what terrible fun Now that you're falling, with nowhere
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
After the battle is over And the sand's drunken the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion The circle of the tyrants The immortality
I'm begging you! please! Take the life from my... I'm begging you! please! Withstand the way to go! Withstand...withstand the pain, I sent to, you! The
As you begin to fall A terror with these that fear A trust in your belief Be forced to no release The corrosion fills your mind Your eyes turn to stone
Rot your soul to live. Death I've seen beyond. Killing the darkest time. Rotting out the chain. Darkness falls unto. Ready the golden child. Pain evolves
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
Dead. With the rotting one below. Live. Leaving the one who died. You. Lie. You. Rotting as one. Destiny comes. Dying of this fear. Death is the one.
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
