State Funeral

This is the sound of a dropping bomb.
After years of this are we still all content, with being pawns in war game chess?
Shuffled by King George and his English Queen on a board of autocracy.

Fundamentalist citing stories and fables of whose god is more righteously skilled.
In whose gods' honor we are all killed...

A dead ringer for Armageddon. This State Funeral, we do not mourn.

And still the wicked sleep and dream of endless years of tyranny. Passed on by incestuous means: Skull and Bone, Freemason reigns.

Destroy all adversary - free yourself. Erase the common enemy - free yourself.
Extinguishing the quarry - free yourself. Through the smoke screen we seek out justice...

(From CD liner lyrics)