Flight Of Molech

Under these blackened skies, clothed in robes speaking ancient cries.
In the grove of satanic chants a new world order is in the mists prestigious men write up its numbers for the masses of endless blunders.
Beholders of the so called light are plotting apocalyptically in the night.
Gathering annually their numbers amplify
advancing an order that will destroy our kind faces of power,
faces of rulers, faces of leaders that are plotting control
Expose thine enemy, secretive bilderberg.
Expose thine enemy, satanic bohemian grove.
Expose thine enemy, thieves of the federal reserve.
Destroy them all, may divine justice be served.