Feed On The Weak
(专辑： Back From The Dead - 1997)
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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