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Burned In - Obituary

"Come fool. Where we create. Follow 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"

Circle Of The Tyrants - Obituary

"After the battle is over And the sand's drunken the blood All what there remains Is the bitterness of delusion The immortality of the Gods Sits at their side As they leave the walls behind To reach the"

Intoxicated - Obituary

"Robbed of the soul. Live in hell. Rise above the charred believings' bowel. Rise above the soul's chalky chains. Give the destiny what it's named. The darkest white brought in death balloons soon to come. Rise"

Inverted - Obituary

"The feeling contends, once kind. Violence starts, won't cease. Vengeance comes. Want rewards. The servant starts piercing chores. Stitching mouths, once skinned. The gaping wounds left to mend. Reckless"

Lockdown - Obituary

"Live face, live wars Live final fallen shore. Wise up down play. Locked spine. The spirits rule, lies down Rip the cord, spent with the dead. Lockdown. Lockdown. Life's pace. Crowds boss. View the scum"

Lost - Obituary

"Find out, care for them. Fear the spawn, fear lies dead. Believe you come with me. You'll soon know, god destroys lives. Call for, my future. In the graves, souls find rest. The search for lives fortune. We"

Set In Stone - Obituary

"There alive, die as I space you. That's where I cease the spell. The devil loves the pain. Certain victims breath the pain. Buried, weak the soul. No more to you. You're set in stone. Bow at your feeds"

Splattered - Obituary

"Pay for <i> </i> to go Live to die city grave Found that life wont pay With... What's wrong with your mind Kill thoughts set Me... I dont care to go Just leave Me to die Face scorn live for"

Boiling Point - Obituary

"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 What no shame Point of no"

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"

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