Testo Bohemian Grove

Unrecognizable
Stands the man
Behind the lectern
Whose distorted appearance
Turns inside out
Stubborn demagogy
Seduces eyes like a spell
Death incantation, A sentence to the night
As a part of the rite
Refused to deny
The atrocities,
Grim portent
In a dim light
Thirty-three steps
An imminent impact

Begotten son
Of the pharaoh
Inherits the throne,
Chants of brothers
Fire burning bright
Casting shadow
On the unlight
Following orders
In Moloch's commands

“Lift up your heads
Oh ye trees
And be ye lifted up
By everlasting spires

Here is bohemian shrine
And holy are
The pillars of this house
Touch their world-blind
Eyes with carrion…
As vanished Babylon

His body/ has being brought
Yonder to our funeral pyre
To the joyous pipings
Of a funeral march”.