Slowly We Rot

Obituary Slowly We Rot Album

5.Intoxicated

Robbed of the soul, live in hell.
Rise above the charred beleaving smell.
Rise above the soul chalky chains.
Give the destiny what its named.

The darkest white brought in death below that soon to come.
Rise above the dark demon tower.
Your body seized the charge.
You e killed yourself.
Killed. Killed yourself.

Rotting the soul to live. Ranting, he one to give.?Darkening
your soul to wane. Ranting, he soon to gain.?
Rotting above the tide. Ranting, he holding time.?Killing their
souls in pain. Ranting, he one to gain.