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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
Whey watch us all they watch us crawl
Who are 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 from the members of this sacro-sanct sanctuary
You will face resistance
A wretched sting so lethal
Making hairs stand on end
Penetrating from the skin to bone
A wretched sting so lethal
Making hairs stand on end
A wretched sting so lethal
Making hairs stand on end
Behind the doors of trickery
These faceless souls practice their mind control
Leaving nothing to chance
They guide a world of impotence
Whey watch us all they watch us crawl
Who are they and why have they formed
To lead mindless nations who now have no control