Implore
Bohemian Grove
Unrecognizable Stands the man
Behind the lectern Whose distorted appearance Turns inside out Stubborn demagogy Seduces eyes like a spell Death incantation, A sentence to the night As a part of the rite
Refused to deny The atrocities, Grim portent In a dim light Thirty-three steps
An imminent impact Begotten son Of the pharaoh Inherits the throne, Chants of brothers Fire burning bright Casting shadow On the unlight Following orders Letras de cancionesIn Moloch’s commands
“Lift up your heads
Oh ye trees
And be ye lifted up By everlasting spires
Here is bohemian shrine And holy are The pillars of this house
Touch their world-blind Eyes with carrion…
As vanished Babylon
His body/ has being brought Yonder to our funeral pyre To the joyous pipings Of a funeral march”.
From Letras Mania