Lyrics Christ Pathogen - Book of Black Earth

Christ Pathogen

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