Morgue Ritual

Rituals, sacrifice, humans to the slaughter The promise of the gods means killing your sons and daughters The blood on your hands for the good of your tribe Will assure your place in heaven the day that you die Parading mothers feeding the greedy fathers Like shattered mirror images on the path of death Thus lay their faith in sacrificial knives Remnants of rituals that will come to haunt their lives A thousand years of progress Seem to not exist There is a price to pay For whoever that resist Resist thе claims of heaven Resist thе claims of hell Under the burden of reality You find the human spell