Behind the lodge door

From now on the lodge shall be your eyes
Your thoughts, your very self
A string in the web you shall become
The will of the lodge be done

Weaved inside...
An agenda of lies

An order financed to divide and rule
Behind the door of the lodge
They weaved this web called world
Where supremacy is secured

Behind the lodge door

Blindfold removed, stare into the halls of the lodge
Initiate, you shall be our instrument of choice
The acts grotesque, you qualified and kneeled
Now the agenda of aeons shall be revealed

Embrace the death symbolism in our design
For it explains the essence of what we are
Generation after generation we lead to their graves
Devoid of knowledge, sculpted for slavery

All devoid of meaning, devoid of will
Feed the masses with culture, devoid of value

Take one step further and you will see
Here lies the scripts obscured
All we kept from the outside world
To keep our domination secured

Behind the lodge door

(Script excerpt:
Nothing ever dies
It just changes form
As every phase in life, ever-changing)