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 and thoughts

Cold winter, freezing solid with your fights fooling where

Hear voices say

Tall toys gone

Fell aside with heaps of fear

Dreaded calls springs in year

One attacks himself from them

Feel your own spirit

Spirit say

Timeout your life

What’s wrong?

Your wrong

We’re set in stone

We’re set in stone

Strike of thirst, in hell its sought

By devil night we bought

Heaps of pain, tools of war

Towards my painful ever sore

We’re set in stoneX4

Over by the trees behind

Set in ourselves we find

Power builds, where it hurts

Come