Inherited Infection - Bane

Through the lands called life we can barely see your prophecies realized

Too many aspects are against your pathetic lies

Our bodies filled with emptiness praise the facts of your mortal desires

To become more illusional than any kind of wisdom you’ll never possess in your

minds

The received wickedness is so natural an pure

Through generations I’m keeping this secret as the truth

Your prayers will never wash it away

The filth in your blood can only guide you through this path

An unborn pestilence, a forgettable code you know

By spilling your own blood, we never suspect

In the false fluid you generously drop

Preparing the upcoming, making them more vulnerable

And they will ony serve me as their maker

For an eternity I shall infect the newborn ones

Receive me as your guide, feel me through your genes of mortality

Expect an unpleasant voyage called reality