Back from the Dead

Back from the Dead - Obituary

You fall

White light fell

You fear

The point death sent

Rise the dead's awake

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

You feeling the parts

You grinding the stone

Sentenced one

You 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