The House Of Crimson Coin

Jekyll island 1910*
 The gathering of conspired secrecy perfected over a century orchestrating the worlds grandest of schemes perfected over a century
 Waiting endlessly for the moment of total control
 Conceived in 1910, a gathering of seven ill bound men seven black hearted men
 Built upon a hypocratic oath a ruse of the swine your child of delusive deception
 Through momentary gains and the house of crimson coin
 Profits through dept inevitably control
 Pressing on unquestioned for their network of pay offs intertwined in every aspect of society
 Our majority absolute authority
 Lavish parties are thrown in our honor and they drink to their most behemoth of power
 They care not of material gain but pleasure is theirs for our struggle and pain
 On the island of secretive sands
 They've constructed their gradual rise to power
 They have waited us out
 Silently weaving weds of their running craft
 Power is their gold,
 fear is their tool
 freedom extinct we have all been fooled
 What is to blame but our human condition greed and the ideal of power
 the men who set out to Jekyll that day put into action this timeless condition
 but with this condition comes freedom of choice they've choose the path of infinite corruption
 the end of an age is closing its chapter
 Tare down the laws created at Jekyll