In ivory towers cold blood run cold the centuries hang to minutes of now The diabolicals age but never get old as it was it is now and do not ask how
Clouds rise and command the flood heinous hearts here to make you bow Dare you stand to be choked in a hold with impunity we take what is thou
The only crown is Western and bold mahogany is stripped bare to hollow By soot **** well do as you're told till morrow there's room in the cargo
We steal all your riches an your gold leave you grief an miseries to swallow its what we do in bloodlust we're good we even get your kith and kin to follow
Ours to subjugate humiliate an enfold we crush foreign nobilities to a fallow Us the Chosen Sparkling whites unmold gods & goddesses of control with no sorrow