Christ Pathogen - Book of Black Earth

The bastard of strains

Infecting the hope for tomorrow

No future without the disease

No future

The living dead will follow

The godspell of old

No future without the disease

No future

Chaos ensues, centuries lost in the flames all the years gone to waste The

pathogen leaves no tomorrow

It leaves no escape

Chaos ensues, centuries lost in the flames all the years gone to waste The

pathogen leaves no tomorrow

It leaves no escape

The skies above yield the pearly gates

Oh the pathogen, bastard of the strains