Lyrics To the Fall of Man - Dodsferd

Your filthy kind,
An infectious ghost
No faith,
No will to create
Only death!!!
Death,
The seed within man
The only fruitful seed
Within man
Whatever you see,
Whatever you touch
Contributes
To the fall of man

Feel this pain
Recognize this sickness, your sickness
You are completely in charge of this failure
It is your kind who makes them up
Totally blind, hide, behind your religions
Your heresies, your believes to higher powers
It's been for years now I feel disappointed
With evreything I am experiencing everyday
Signs that witness the end of this world
And it's pathetic germs
You!!!