Lyrics:

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...