Yeah… old money, cold blood…
Astor bloodline… let’s talk about it…
Gold chains in the sky, Astarte in they eyes
Waldorf-Astoria, where the wicked never die
From the ships to the furs, then they swallowed the sky
Old money, cold blood, watch the bloodline multiply
Came off the boat with nothing but a vision and a curse
Turned dead animal skins into an evil empire first
Built his name on the backs of the poor and the damned
Then bought half of Manhattan with the blood on his hands
They say the name itself was never really Astor
It’s Astarte in the veins, that’s the goddess they foster
High society mask, but the rituals stay hidden
Every ball that they throw got a darker meaning written
Gold chains in the sky, Astarte in they eyes
Waldorf-Astoria, where the wicked never die
From the ships to the furs, then they swallowed the sky
Old money, cold blood, watch the bloodline multiply
Generations deep now, still pulling on the strings
Built the Pilgrim Society, let the real power sing
They don’t need the spotlight, they don’t need the fame
They just move in silence, still controlling the game
Every deal, every war, every treaty that they sign
Got that old German blood mixed with a darker kind
They smile in the pictures, but the truth is much colder
The richest man in history was the first soul they sold ya
They still move through the shadows, never show they face
Still wearing the same blood, still running the race
From the fur trade to the skyline, they never really fell
Just learned how to hide the truth behind the money and the spells
Astor… forever…
The first name on the list, still holding the curse
Still whispering in the ears of the ones who move first
Gold chains in the sky… Astarte never dies…
The bloodline still lives… behind a million lies…
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