"Script For The Play" genre: Death Metal
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	CD: Apocryphal   Label: CD-Maximum
	Lyrics SCRIPT FOR THE PLAY 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 Script For The Play Like Greedy Vultures Heading To The Carrion We’re Descending Further Down Into The Void

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