A Banquet Of Brine Is The History Of
This Putrid Inhuman Nation
True Belief, Disbelief

Both Shall Sink Into Oblivion
Only The War God's Names Can't Be Forgotten
Cause They're Inscribed In Your Flesh


On The Edge
I Hold The False Prophet's Heart In My Hands

It's Heart Of Mine
The One Of the Inferior Race


Since The Beginning Of Time
It Has Ruled Human Feeble Minds
Come Take A Walk With Me

Gaze To The Past

Downward To The Halls Of The Elder Gods

You Still Hear Someone's Pleading Screams
Look At Their Names
Carved In Tormented Flesh

Of Those Who've Been Tortured And Killed
Here's Something To See
In This Bleak Gallery

In This Alley Of Frozen Remains
Crippled Statues Of Dead
Made Of Sacrificed Flesh

In The Name Of Those Who Ruled Here

Black Chronicles, Apocryphal Tales

An Eternal Struggle Of Greed And Belief
And Atrocious Crimes For The Faith
It Does Not Matter How You Will Be Crucified

On the Cross Or On the Inverted Cross, Be Sure My Friend,
The Pain Will Be The Same Anyway


We Are Mimes In This Play
Vicious Dance Of Decay


Powers Of The Divine

They're Playing With Us


The Low Forms Of Life


The Slaughter Of Millions
Beyond My Belief Is What I See


With Blood-Spattered Banners
We March To Die For
What We Are Worshiping


We Are Pawns In Their Game
In This Hideous