Novus Ordo Seclorum

With guiltless, bloody hands
We mold this earth like clay
Into our Grand Vision of Man
The Utopia of Disarray

Watching from the shadows
As you toil at our feet
For scraps from our table
We are the Swine Elite

Your fields are burning
Your lineage will fail
The wheel forever turning
You slave away to no avail
Our little beasts of burden
Marching to the abattoir
Your corpses fuel our Empire
I'll crush you like the peasant that you are

Immerse yourself in sweet delusions all your life
Pretend to be content
The gluttony and mass confusion serve to hide
Our vicious true intent

We are your masters
Rulers of unwashed masses
Your labors feed our gluttony

Bow to me
At the Altar of the All-Seeing Eye

When will you learn that me you cannot slay?
Fools, fools
I spit upon your fire

We devour your freedom
In the name of security
A New World Order
Built up hypocrisy
There is no future
Untouched by our fallacy
We kings shall butcher
The sheep of democracy

With guiltless, bloody hands
We mold this earth like clay
Into our Grand Vision of Man
The Utopia of Disarray
Watching from the shadows
As you toil at our feet
For scraps from our table
We are the Swine Elite