[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1]

The quiet war has begun with silent weapons

And the new slavery is to keep the people

Poor and stupid, "Novus Ordo Seclorum"

How can there be any logic in biological war?

We all know this is wrong, but the New World Order's beating down the door

Oh, something needs to be done

[Chorus 1]

There was a king (An evil king)

Who dreamt the wickedest of dreams

An ancient mystery no prophet could interpret

Of seven years of famine

The wolf is at my door, as predicted years ago

That that was, that is, that is no more

The word predicts the future

And tells the truth about the past

Of how the world leaders will hail the new Pharaoh

The eighth false king to the throne

Washington is next

[Verse 2]

Disengage their minds, sabotage their health

Promote sex and war and violence in the kindergartens

Blame the parents and teachers

It's their fault, "Annuit Coeptis"

Attack the church dynamic, attack the family

Keep the public undisciplined 'til nothing left is sacred

And the "have-not's" get hooked

And have to go to the "have's" just to cop a fix

[Chorus 2]

I am the king (An evil king)

Who dreams the wickedest of dreams

An ancient mystery nobody could interpret

Of seven empires falling

The wolf is at my door, as predicted years ago

That that was, that is, that is no more

The word predicts my future

And tells the truth about my past

Of how the world leaders are waiting to usher in

The eighth world power of modern Rome

Washington is next

[Guitar Solo]

[Chorus 3]

There was a king (An evil king)

Who dreamt the wickedest of dreams

An ancient mystery no prophet could interpret

Of seven empires falling

The wolf is at my door

As predicted years ago

That that was, that is, that is no more

I am a king, and I dream the wildest dreams

And nobody could interpret

Seven empires falling, the wolf is at my door

Ooh, that that was, that is, that is no more

[Outro]

There's something at my door

Some ancient mystery

The future tells the truth about the past

And I'm the eighth false king to the throne

I've got you in my crosshairs

Now, ain't that a bitch?

Washington, you're next