On the Floor - Obituary

Repair this soil of lost decay

The dark is the new form of light

In the end I’ll find you there

Candid in the times I fight

The corpses lie in certain death

Disrespecting my…

Lost in time, spoiled mind

Reflective stones I turn

They capitalize on sacred ground

Where only crosses burn

Decapitated and mutilated

Draw power, through your head

In the end, frozen in time

Disrespecting my…

Repair this soil of lost decay

The dark is the new form of light

In the end I’ll find you there

Candid in the times I fight

The corpses lie in certain death

Disrespecting my day

We’ve fallen to the first sacred ground

From souls that never end

On the floor

On the floor

On the floor

On the floor