Rabies کے بول

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