[Verse]
Whispers in the catacombs, silence breeds a hymn,
Marble veins of power, cracked and running dim.
Pillars hold the sky, or the sky holds the pain,
Shadow puppets dance in the storm’s black refrain.
Blood of the ages, dripping on the throne,
Golden masks grinning, but the king’s all alone.
Sycophants chant where the harpsichord groans,
Echoes through the marrow, shiver through the bone.
[Prechorus]
Eyes in the obelisk, truth carved in stone,
Novus Ordo whispers—none of this your own.
[Chorus]
Novus Ordo Seclorum, ghosts in the hall,
Empire of ashes, rise before the fall.
Novus Ordo Seclorum, shadows enthrall,
Underneath the altar, hear the demons call.
[Verse 2]
Crows in the rafters, wings sharp as blades,
Drinking down the moonlight, drowning in the shades.
Paranoid pages, scratched in holy ink,
Scripture’s just a cipher—what’s it really think?
Grimoires crumble, but the lies still bloom,
Eldritch prayers echo in the tomb.
Dominoes topple, the sequence designed,
Every clock ticking to the end of time.