I'm in Pain

I'm In Pain - Obituary

The killing is a mean rots in the pain

Fight for the fear of rights

The time is set scream for the help

Fly thru the darkest nights

The peeling is the skin rotting the soul

Hailing for the chosen son

Mortality the pain fear for the living

Ravage the chosen one

The darkness falls beyond the grave

Blessed ground in which they save

Even though the time has passed

Your soul is f**ked in the gutter

Rotting souls in fear of desperately

Serpent souls in bowels on which to feed

Reach out for joy reach out for blood and parts

Reach out for craves the blood we're feasting on blood

Help me I'm in pain