Back From The Dead کے بول

Fall, white light fell You fear, the point death sent Rise the dead's awake You, you like to find me in what's right Like to dream me in hell, dying We're back, we're back and for once more Like to come in to want gore Feel I said rest you're bad, forgive him Rising, rot the one that's lost Living out what's discard Debating over what is right You're feeding the guts, feeling the parts Grinding the stone sentenced one Fall, white light fell You fear the point death sent Raid, raiding out the one that lost Living out the ones discard Debating over what is right Like to find me in what's right