Bohemian Grove - Implore

Unrecognizable

Stands the man

Behind the lectern

Whose distorted appearance

Turns inside out

Stubborn demagogy

Seduces eyes like a spell

Death incantation,

A sentence to the night

As a part of the rite

Refused to deny

The atrocities,

Grim portent

In a dim light

Thirty-three steps

An imminent impact

Begotten son

Of the pharaoh

Inherits the throne,

Chants of brothers

Fire burning bright

Casting shadow

On the unlight

Following orders

In Moloch’s commands

«Lift up your heads

Oh ye trees

And be ye lifted up

By everlasting spires

Here is bohemian shrine

And holy are

The pillars of this house

Touch their world-blind

Eyes with carrion…

As vanished Babylon

His body/ has being brought

Yonder to our funeral pyre

To the joyous pipings

Of a funeral march".