Absolution - Hatesphere

Tumour growing, filling life with deceit

Poisoned blood, your mothers worthless breed

Your vicious infestation of the weaker mind

The belief of higher purpose is yours not mine

Words of wisdom nowhere to be found

I spit on your thoughts of hallowed ground

Spreading your venom polluting the will

Brings out in me the scent for the kill

Damned be those stepping out of line

The toxins you spill are forced to decline

The lust of men is bound to win

Evil are those who call it sin

Venom

No absolution for those who think for themselves

Put in boxes, placed on the wicked shelf

Converting the world claiming your word is law

In the name of god you fight the unholy war

Words of wisdom nowhere to be found

I spit on your thoughts of hallowed ground

Spreading your venom polluting the will

Brings out in me the scent for the kill

Damned be those stepping out of line

The toxins you spill are forced to decline

The lust of men is bound to win

(Evil is not the lust of men)

Evil are those who call it sin

You’re all liars, inside you are dead

To kill the snake you cut off the head

Living existences with no chance of scar

I’ll take the Morningstar

(Solo: Heinz)