Texty:
Obituary

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

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

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

Artist: Obituary Transciptter/Copy righter: LSlasher [SLT] Band's artists: Frank Watkins James Murphy John

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

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

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

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.

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