Bohemian Grove کے بول

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