Dead Silence - Obituary

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 of blood

Flow into the streets

Feeds the need

Of the decayed rotting means

Fires breeds upon

The weary young

Evil tales

Sold his only son

Life no longer

Fills the need

Dead silence

In which to feed

Fires breeds upon

The weary young

Evil tales

Sold his only son

Life no longer

Feeds the need

Feeds the need

Of the decayed rotting means