Obituary - Back From The Dead

Back From The Dead

Fall, white light fell.
You fear, the point death sent.
Rise the deads awake.
You, you like to find me in whats right.
Like to dream me in hell, dying.
Were back, were back and for once more.
Like to come in To want gore.
Feel. I said rest. you are bad, forgi have him.
Rising, rot the one thats lost.
Living out whats discard.
Debating over what is right.
you are feeding the guts, feeling the parts
Grinding the stone sentenced one.
Fall, white light fell.
You fear the point death sent.
Raid, raiding out the one that lost.
Living out the ones discard.
Debating over what is right.
Like to find me in whats right.