Текст песни:

Rot your soul to live.
Death I′ve seen beyond.
Killing the darkest time.
Rotting out the chains.
Darkness falls unto.
Ready the golden child.
Pain evolves this way.
Killing the darkest time.
Time.
Darkest time.
Liar.
You lying in the bottom grave, soul.
Dying in the bottom, lie. Lie.
Lying in the bottom to hide.
To hide.

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Текст песни:

You′re rising
Cure you of the dead
You′re dying
Live beyond the way
Falling thru the gates
Scavenge you
With the darkening light
Thru the falling going low
Thru the death of those
The dying ...
We′re dying
Healing of the one
Falling of the days
Charring in the sun
We′re dying
Killing for the need
Violence of the ways
Slowly bleed
Killing for the need
Rising of the dead
The falling ways
The killing for the need
.. darkened light
The rising of the dead
With the darkening light

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Текст песни:

Boiling Point
What no shame
Broken Dreams
What no shame
I have come for you
Since I was to die
Boil to unknown sights
Make believe broken dreams
Broken dreams
Boiling point
Point of no return
Fears and dreams disguise
Lifes noose
Can I
Face the chair
(electric chair I assume)
Face the chair
Face the chair
Boiling point
What no shame
Falling to darkness
Where the sky turns red
Turns into stark features
Letting you wish you would live
You wish you would live
Boiling point
What no shame
Boiling point
Broken dreams
What no shame

@ Obituary

Текст песни:

Ha Ha. Only true, only true Obituary and
Diablo D., Skinner T, wants some pleasure.
Bastard cycle.
Profession of a make of myself.
...well with a spell...clocked in.
Evil men, evil deeds, evil time to grieve.
...to kills fells.
With a deal, with the bloods all stale.
...fell.
A 1000 caps of hell.
On the wheel of the women Apocalypse.
I′ll split this shit or I′ll take your life.
Either way you shoot it you know it′s all child′s play.
Hey, I′ll make you say.
Leave that guy alone,
bring him along and bring him to a new home
in the darkest depths of hell.
I call your bluff, so you′ll bounce like breasts.
I got a back like a tree and arms are like a fucken chests.
So who the fuck would have guessed.
I call the bug. I′m a Johnny Quest.
I′m obsessed with a bitch in your nest.
So gamble the rent.
I figure show the bitch the bastard, when you go packin′.
Go packin′ with a hole proof vest in which.
We′re gutless and heartless. My homestead is heartless.
...any nigga from the... ...assumption... think we′re
trolls.
And I think we take control...
Either way I′m taken a shit.
We can at least shut the door. In case it sounds like a
hit.
I digress, here I go again, with the tall breath.
Sickle cell the proud all your lyrics for your death.
So keep your self open. I come and puke.
So looking like you′re smoken, rocks, while I′m broken.
You′re broken and choken. Ha, you′re soaken.
Stuck my hand out like a vulcan.
Spock did he box. ...the voicebox... you′re funny.
The other day I ain′t no heartbreaker, but I won′t be by.
Once more fry. ...to for... box.
So my body could be disintegrated and it hurts to hold my
madness.

Destiny, feel disgrace.
I′m the one that′s fallen.
I′m the one in pain.
I′m the one that′s going.
Forces decay in pain, by the light.

Bullituary, Obituboys.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
Suffer is cold.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
There′s colors.
See it in his face.

Drifting through the sorrow.
The visions yet display.
It strips the soul completely empty.
Sirens rage in vain.

Drifting through the sadness.
Violence fills the sky.
Torturing, the voice rang out
My servents they are blind.

...check out his head blow. Cock like a reload...
I′m the man with hands. Suffer is cold
...my bloods flowing... ...slice you...an amateur ...breath
it...
Searing his face.

...madman. I′m the bitch, fuck a dumptruck.
...soapbox... a flesh eating virus, Osiris,
a tiller, the champion blood spiller, Godzilla.
Fortified breakfast miller, a killer.
...an animal, I hand them all an animal.
I manhandled... Drowning...other′s records.
So check it... ...these days, hell I excele, I′m cataclysm.
Ha, I best it, I cross it. The acid I drop it.
I ...it, stop it. While you bob it.
I make a... with this shit and then I sharp it, yeah.

Bullituary, Obituboys.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
Yeah.

@ Obituary

Текст песни:

Come fool
Where we create
Fool me your life
Set in World Demise
Lots to define
Follow the bodies there
Living in the past
Said so, as cold as the wind
Cut through life
Blind fool
We overkill
Chopped at the throat
Chorus:
Set in Burned In, Rot away
Set in Burned In, Killed away
Burned In, Life of Hell
Have to survive
Without fears of grave
Lives left to die
Where to? says the mind
You′re first to die

@ Obituary

Текст песни:

Destiny, feel disgrace.
I′m the one that′s fallen.
I′m the one in pain.
I′m the one that′s going.
Forces decay in pain, by the light.

The suffer is cold.
There′s colors
Searing his face.

Drifting through the sorrow.
The visions yet display.
It strips the soul completely empty.
Sirens rage in vain.

Drifting through the sadness.
Violence fills the sky.
Torturing, the voice rang out.
My servants they are blind, by the light.

Suffer is cold.
There′s colors
Searing his face.
By the light.
By the light.
By the light.

@ Obituary

Текст песни:

With the dying
Rot in hell religious one
[Cold fate] the chosen son
Find the darkness kill the day
You said you′d never cease saying
We′re the cause of death
Find the one kill the need
You′re the one to make him bleed
Find the darkness little one
..
We′re the cause of death
Rot in hell religious one
[Cold fate] the chosen son
Find the darkness kill the day
You said you′d never cease saying
With the darkness we arise
Your hell is denied
The powers below
Reality′s here
With the darkness we arise
Your hell is denied
The powers below
Reality′s here

@ Obituary

Текст песни:

Chopped in half
Feel the blood spill from your mouth
With rotting ways comes destiny
Feel the soul taking over , bleed !
Chopped in half
Feel the blood spill from your mouth
With rotting ways comes destiny
Feel the soul taking over, bleed !

@ Obituary

Текст песни:

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

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