Council Of Wolves

Weaving spiders come not here O tempora O mores behind

the doors of trickery

these faceless souls practice their mind control leaving

nothing to chance

they guide a world of impotence they watch us all they

watch us all who re they

and why have they formed to lead mindless nations who now

have no control

leaders know the coin to be made and everyday becometh

closer to slaves they

will not halt they will never be satisfied insolence

impotence this disease will

never cease this empire is near completion and their

ideas are becoming our own

power they receive from the countless nations who have

deceived rise oh ancient

one rise my bohemian son show us your will at last the

days of darkness are

upon us the days are closing in leaders leading lambs to

slaughter fear in

every heart and mind fro the members of this sacro-sanct

sanctuary you will

face resistance a wretched sting so lethal making hairs

stand one end

penetrating from the skin to bone.