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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