Rabies
Rabid rain blinded our eyes
People have taken out from houses guns
Man to man turns the blade
In the streets flows the blood
Hells howl of thousands of trumpets
Millions of limbs, hundreds of bodies
Wild animals, bloodthirsty
Desire of murder, the living's dream
Nothing is for today, the prize is death
Rabies
Nothing is for today, the reward is death
I've just butchered my mother own
Rabies