Here to protect the delicate fabric of society
Mask carnage in harmony, with dubious propriety,
More than lodges and masons play devious games
Of trust in the duplicitous, with fundamental aims.
From Gog and Magog – the secret they did steal
The Knights subversive vocation, is chillingly real;
From ancient manuscripts their succedence endorsed
For thousands of years, their supremacy enforced,
They control the function – they have the key
Choosing politicians and governments, instead of you and me.
Crime ministers and presidents offer no resistance
They are slaves to conformity, just to go the distance;
Even trash of the exquisite, predetermined not to stumble
Bilderbergs and Royalty, submit gratuities so humble.
Ultimate power intention, to foster and render
For their raison d’etre, is a total global agenda.
The Despotate of Morea laid the cult’s foundations
Blinded by the obverse, the inconsequential temptations;
Determine order, abstinence and dedicated direction
From the fires of hell, to that ideological perfection.
Pan European, Asia, African and the Americans
Stretch across all nations, their covert influence stands.
Constipation of values from the Ottoman court beckoned
Plus manuscript doctrine of Constantine the Second,
Exposure to obscurity they’re the enlightened array
Democracy the fallacy, well that’s the business today.
Through cognitive distortion of the ancient recipes kind
They extract people’s thoughts; they read your very mind.
Believed to be able to see into the future pending
And can determine existence – or itself life ending.
Did the Knights negotiate, with ancient strange nations?
Through starlight deep space, advanced communications;
Indeed may be misdirection and one enquires why
Little to do with the truth, for their dogma is a lie.
Control of the essence, the management of race
Manipulation of the masses, restrained people in place,
Unconditional secret power so unfathomably deep
Flawlessness of heritage, the anonymity of the unmeek.
On international occasions, fuse the blinding lights
And posture in presence, to the whim of the Knights.
Such a sweet touch of wantonness, an omnipotence dream
When war bailouts determine, another change of regime?
You stand assured with misty nurtured compliance
View populations of hope, with frosty defiance.
Mister average you are, at their total beck and call
You are transparently simple and so patheticy small,
They wrote the script to Armageddon in canto verses
Own the media and stock market, the worst of life’s curses.
Still a thousand years fourth, their mentalist control
Determines mans aspirations, his endeavours and soul;
Welding Earth forces from the extremist to the tempera
That’s the power of the cult, of the Byzantine Emperor.
