Texty: Obituary. Anthology. Intoxicated.

Robbed of the soul, live in hell
Rise above the charred believing's bowel
Rise above the soul's chalky chains
Give the destiny what it's named

The darkest white
Brought in death balloons soon to come
Rise above the dark demon's tower
Body's seized the charge

You've killed yourself
You've killed yourself
You've killed yourself
You've killed yourself
You've killed yourself
You've killed yourself
Killed
Killed yourself

Rotting the soul to leave
Ranting, she's one to give
Darkening your soul to waste
Ranting, she's soon to gain

Rotting above the tide
Ranting, she's holding time
Killing their souls in pain
Ranting, she's one to gain