Virus:Hate - Acylum

tolling bells in dying chapels

a black cross in bloodred sky

infernal smile of shattering gods

watching for victims with burning eyes

swallowed pride in fields of ashes

the day will come, when earth strikes back

the only truth — implicit faith

to feed us with the virus hate

virus hate

virus hate

virus hate

we find rest in nameless gods

in fading colours of a bleeding cross

our crushing souls in killing flames

the day will come, when life makes sense

a warlike priest and his blind mob

the seeds of rage are rising up

that’s simply gods own ugly face

transmitter of the virus hate

virus hate

programmed dreams for ruined people

the virus hate in helpless veins

injected by the daily needle

back to repressed memories

programmed dreams for ruined people

the virus hate in helpless veins

injected by the daily needle

back to repressed memories

virus hate

virus hate