Obituary

Obituary - Feed on the weak lyrics

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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.
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Author: Obituary

Composer: ?

Publisher: The All Blacks B.V.

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Released in: 1997

Language: English

Appearing on: Back from the Dead (1997)

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