| Song | Absolution |
| Artist | Hatesphere |
| Album | Serpent Smiles And Killer Eyes |
| Absolution! | |
| Tumour growing, filling life with deceit | |
| Poisoned blood, your mothers worthless breed | |
| Your vicious infestation of the weaker mind | |
| The belief of higher purpose is yours not mine | |
| Words of wisdom nowhere to be found | |
| I spit on your thoughts of hallowed ground | |
| Spreading your venom polluting the will | |
| Brings out in me the scent for the kill | |
| Damned be those stepping out of line | |
| The toxins you spill are forced to decline | |
| The lust of men is bound to win | |
| Evil are those who call it sin | |
| Venom No absolution for those who think for themselves | |
| Put in boxes, placed on the wicked shelf | |
| Converting the world claiming your word is law | |
| In the name of god you fight the unholy war | |
| Words of wisdom nowhere to be found | |
| I spit on your thoughts of hallowed ground | |
| Spreading your venom polluting the will | |
| Brings out in me the scent for the kill | |
| Damned be those stepping out of line | |
| The toxins you spill are forced to decline | |
| The lust of men is bound to win (Evil is not the lust of men) | |
| Evil are those who call it sin | |
| You’re all liars, inside you are dead | |
| To kill the snake you cut off the head | |
| Living existences with no chance of scar | |
| I’ll take the | |
| Morningstar [Solo: Heinz] |
| Absolution! | |
| Tumour growing, filling life with deceit | |
| Poisoned blood, your mothers worthless breed | |
| Your vicious infestation of the weaker mind | |
| The belief of higher purpose is yours not mine | |
| Words of wisdom nowhere to be found | |
| I spit on your thoughts of hallowed ground | |
| Spreading your venom polluting the will | |
| Brings out in me the scent for the kill | |
| Damned be those stepping out of line | |
| The toxins you spill are forced to decline | |
| The lust of men is bound to win | |
| Evil are those who call it sin | |
| Venom No absolution for those who think for themselves | |
| Put in boxes, placed on the wicked shelf | |
| Converting the world claiming your word is law | |
| In the name of god you fight the unholy war | |
| Words of wisdom nowhere to be found | |
| I spit on your thoughts of hallowed ground | |
| Spreading your venom polluting the will | |
| Brings out in me the scent for the kill | |
| Damned be those stepping out of line | |
| The toxins you spill are forced to decline | |
| The lust of men is bound to win Evil is not the lust of men | |
| Evil are those who call it sin | |
| You' re all liars, inside you are dead | |
| To kill the snake you cut off the head | |
| Living existences with no chance of scar | |
| I' ll take the | |
| Morningstar Solo: Heinz |