🧨 Page 9 – Wolves in the Red Mist

[Hook – Screamed, static distortion] Wolves in the mist, blood on the breath, Kings of decay, architects of death. Chains in the cradle, knives in the kiss, Crowned by the slaughter, swallowed by bliss. [Verse 1 – Heavy slow beat] Fuck your banners, fuck your flags, Astor claws rip the world to rags. Communist lies, capitalist greed, Same puppet hands, same filthy seed. Nancy sippin' with Stalin’s whores, Astor bloodlines opening doors. Smilin' wide at the Red machine, While your sons got ground to meat unseen. Christian Science? Witchcraft mask, Cross drippin' black from the Masonic flask. Grenfell pages, Bakunin screams, Nancy weaving your children's dreams. [Switch – Beat stutters and slams dirty] Pearl Harbor stitched by puppet threads, Astor dollars counting dead. IPR sold the fuckin' plot, While Temperance whores sold all you got. [Verse 2 – Broken tempo, gutter growl] Titanic cracked, kings went down, But the curse still wears the crown. Astor bones on the ocean floor, But the bloodlines kept making more. Fabian wolves in velvet robes, New World dreams scribbled in codes. H.G. Wells with a snake-tongue kiss, Fed you futures soaked in piss. Nancy the bitch, crowned in ash, Russell whores lining up for the lash. First women MPs, my ass — Elite bitches in a master class. [Bridge – Bass grind, whispered growl into scream] Born to rule, bred to sell, Marchin' mankind straight to hell. [Verse 3 – Rapid fire punches] Alpha Lodges locked and stacked, Royal bloods in secret pacts. Ava Alice, desert witch, Stole from Tut like a gold-stripped bitch. New World blueprints signed in black, Huxley cracked the spine of the pact. Brave New World ain't no dream — It’s a goddamn guillotine. Astors bend the law and break it, Build the prison walls and fake it. Thirteen bloodlines — seeding wars, Selling chains behind gold doors. [Outro – Screamed static echo] Wolves. In. The. Mist.