Back from the Dead - Obituary

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, dying

We’re back, we’re back and for once more

Like to come in to want gore

Feel.

I said rest

You’re bad, forgive him

Rising, rot the one that’s lost

Living out what’s discard

Debating over what is right

You’re 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 what’s right