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