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the bohemian's grave - animalfarm (fl) lyrics

republican and democrat
snake, pig, vulture, and rat all join hands
welcome to the sacrifice
it’s gonna be a bloodbath tonight

all gather, adorn cloaks instead of ties
gutturals screams politicians, howling into the night
the feast this celebration this collection of minds to delve into the occult
a night of debauchery to relish in the sin to feel unholy within

pluck the moon from selene
we are the new kings
sn*tch the sun from helios
the old gods speak nil with slit throats
pluck the moon from selene
wе are the new kings
wе are the heralds of the new world order you are offering (you are offering)

the occultists have gathered here to delegate a change by the hand of an ethos
quantum alignment or man*made figments behind closed doors?
they sit spewing unfurled into the celestial
abysmal, null creatures fulfill thy will

the alignment of the moon unfurls a darkened mood to hand clasp with my brethren above the ritualistic drowning pool
the sacrifice they stew and bubble blood droplets are spent on parchment treaties signed in the fluids of man
wars are created for profits and gain, the key to life we have obtained, the entire world is our game
your souls we possess through capitalist invest, we own your whole life, please ignore us as we devise your end
the offering complete another, four years we impede on your life
as we see fit, go and vote, or don’t, just sit at home
complacent slaves are the best in stock, we own your life; see the term livestock
you’re all just animals in our eyes, bred for your economical demise

the leaders of the black mass cult
for those afraid to lose their power
conjuring dark forces to obliterate and annihilate our minds
they hide their fetishes in the vines

the stars have finally aligned, for centuries we’ve waited for this time
complete control is in our grasp to reach god’s throne, the ultimate design
we crave to own and tax all life within existence
you will be processed and fined the ritual is over
we wipe our mouths and pray after we dine

- animalfarm fl lyrics

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