Ritual Carnage All Too Human
Gods and empire rise, and sooner they will fall
By war, plague and decay, as history has already shown
In the world of the meek, men choose to crawl on all
fours
Beyond good and evil, the all too human choose to
decline
Chaos infinite, a new vision of distant things
Law of the highest, self preservation
As the faithful masses weep, death's head marches on
Fear runs through their spines, as the blackened horse
awaits
In the world of the meek, men choose to crawl on all
fours
Beyond good and evil, the all too human choose to
decline
As moral world orders, form mortal hostilities
Where is your god when you need him, for repetnance and
pity
I will decide my fate, I choose not a god
I choose to die, than live by your lies
Machines make the man, as fools continue to breed
Build you from the ground up, programming your every
move
In the world of the meek, men choose to crawl on all
fours
Beyond good and evil, the all too human choose to
decline
Triumphantly, victory is ours
Inexorable, elitist standing tall
Chaos infinite, a new vision of distant things
Law of the highest, self preservation
March on!
