ฟังเพลงFeed on the Weak

Feed On The Weak - Obituary

Spirits call, spirits rise.

Desolate sky, spirits die!

Haunting for the silence

As the sickness falls within.

You＇ve got your strays,

The mice are killed.

It stems between the sick.

Spirits call, spirits rise.

Desolate sky, spirits die!

Haunting for behind them

Finds us meaning on the way.

The words fill, the chapters come.

It dissipates, it stays.

Spirits call, spirits rise.

Desolate skies, spirits die!

Falling hard, arriving fear.

Feeding on the weakest core.