In the darkest shadows of autocratic monuments
Rhetoric unfolds in cold embrace
Unforgiving grasp stained into our history
A presence navigating time and space
Confined in blood-soaked tapestry, kept away for none to see
Are the rules in which they base their soul
Defined by priests and politics
Hell bent on total control
Voices from the past echo through these corridors
Stories of triumph and war ((and war))
Stained glass paints the wall
Subjective overhaul
Of masonic quid pro quo
The catastrophic lie that no one seems to understand
He's nothing but a CEO
Voices from the past echo through these corridors
Stories of triumph and war
Break down their walls!
Burn down their halls!
Burn through this history!
Voices from the past echo through these corridors
Stories of triumph and war
Restroyer. - Vultures Lyrics
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In the darkest shadows of autocratic monuments
Rhetoric unfolds in cold embrace
Unforgiving grasp stained into our history
A presence navigating time and space
Confined in blood-soaked tapestry, kept away for none to see
Are the rules in which they base their soul
Defined by priests and politics
Hell bent on total control
Voices from the past echo through these corridors
Stories of triumph and war ((and war))
Stained glass paints the wall
Subjective overhaul
Of masonic quid pro quo
The catastrophic lie that no one seems to understand
He's nothing but a CEO
Voices from the past echo through these corridors
Stories of triumph and war
Break down their walls!
Burn down their halls!
Burn through this history!
Voices from the past echo through these corridors
Stories of triumph and war
Rhetoric unfolds in cold embrace
Unforgiving grasp stained into our history
A presence navigating time and space
Confined in blood-soaked tapestry, kept away for none to see
Are the rules in which they base their soul
Defined by priests and politics
Hell bent on total control
Voices from the past echo through these corridors
Stories of triumph and war ((and war))
Stained glass paints the wall
Subjective overhaul
Of masonic quid pro quo
The catastrophic lie that no one seems to understand
He's nothing but a CEO
Voices from the past echo through these corridors
Stories of triumph and war
Break down their walls!
Burn down their halls!
Burn through this history!
Voices from the past echo through these corridors
Stories of triumph and war
Writer: Grason Roylance
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