The quiet war has begun with silent weapons

And the new slavery is to keep

The people poor and stupid

"Novus Ordo Seclorum"

How can there be any logic in biological war?

We all know this is wrong

But the New World Order's beating down the door

Oh, something needs to be done

There was a King, Evil King who dreamt the wickedest of dreams

An ancient mystery no prophet could interpret

Of seven years of famine, the wolf is at my door

As predicted years ago, that, that was, that is, that is no more

The word predicts the future

And tells the truth about the past

Of how the world leaders were hailed unto Pharaoh

The Eighth False King to the throne, Washington is next

Disengage their minds

Sabotage their health

Promote sex and war and violence in the kindergartens

Blame the parents and teachers, it's their fault, "Annuit Coeptis"

Attack the church dynamic, attack the family

Keep the public undisciplined till nothing left is sacred

And the "Have not's" get hooked

And have to go to the "Haves" just to cop a fix

I am the King, Evil King who dreams the wickedest of dreams

An ancient mystery nobody could interpret

Of seven empires falling, the wolf is at my door

As predicted years ago, that, that was, that is, that is no more

The word predicts my future

And tells the truth about my past

Of how the world leaders are waiting to usher in

The Eighth World Power of modern Rome, Washington is next

There was a King, Evil King who dreamt the wickedest of dreams

An ancient mystery no prophet could interpret

Of seven empires falling, the wolf is at the door

As predicted years ago, that, that was, that is, that is no more

I am a King and I dream the wildest dreams

And nobody could interpret

Seven empires falling, the wolf is at my door

Oh, that, that was, that is, that is no more

There's something at my door, some ancient mystery

The future tells the truth about the past

I'm the Eighth False King to the throne

I've got you in my cross hairs, now ain't that a bitch?

Washington, you're next