Page 203 – Veil of the Lodge

boom-bap, east coast hip hop, minimalist rap

[Intro – monotone, eerie]
Knock three times on the oaken door,
Cross in the window, serpent on the floor.
Chapel hymns hide a darker code,
Veil of the lodge where the shadows load.

[Verse 1]
Stained glass saints with their eyes half-shut,
But the floorboards creak where the compass cuts.
Incense clouds mask sulfur smoke,
Every hymn’s echo is a serpent’s joke.
“Christian order” stamped on the creed,
But the oath runs deeper than the words they read.
Societas swears in the Anglia halls,
While OTO scripts mark the temple walls.
Letters leaked, edges burnt with wax,
Names like sigils in a secret tax.
Every handshake weighed, every vow rehearsed,
Cross on the altar, fang in the verse.

[Hook – chant, cold and slow]
Veil of the lodge where the brothers meet,
Oaths in the dark while the prayers repeat.
Cross in the window, serpent on the floor,
Knock three times, then they close the door.

[Verse 2]
British crown with a dragon grin,
Gaelic spells in the bloodline’s skin.
Royalty draped in a preacher’s shawl,
But the serpent coils in the courtly hall.
MI6 whispers through a gentleman’s smile,
Files on fire with a coded dial.
Lower ranks blinded with the crafted show,
Pay their dues where they’ll never go.
Veil on the creed, mask on the stone,
Top tier scripts in a tongue unknown.
Like ivy crawling on cathedral face,
It looks like beauty but it chokes the place.

[Hook – layered whispers and chants]
Veil of the lodge where the brothers meet,
Oaths in the dark while the prayers repeat.
Cross in the window, serpent on the floor,
Knock three times, then they close the door.

[Bridge – detached monotone, doubled voice]
Compass cuts, square divides,
Ink runs cold where the cipher hides.
Anglia rites in a holy frame,
But the serpent laughs in the hidden name.
Edith’s letters, Miller’s hand,
Expose the chain the lodges planned.
Cross on the robe, claw in the creed,
Mask of light where the shadows feed.

[Verse 3]
Stone by stone, the cathedral lies,
Every arch built with a devil’s guise.
English halls with their painted saints,
But the floor is black with the serpent’s taint.
“Brotherhood, honor” ,,,  a language bent,
Every title bought, every blessing rent.
Veins of empire fed through the crown,
Scripture twisted till the truth drowns.
Zero speaks in a voice of ice,
No warmth left, just a sacrifice.
Veil is heavy, creed is thin,
Cross in the front with the serpent within.

[Hook – final, stark and echoing]
Veil of the lodge where the brothers meet,
Oaths in the dark while the prayers repeat.
Cross in the window, serpent on the floor,
Knock three times, then they close the door.

[Outro – whispered, fading]
Compass spins, square aligns,
Candle smoke masks the hidden signs.
Veil still hangs though the creed looks pure,
The lodge holds secrets the bloodlines secure.

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[Intro – monotone, eerie] Knock three times on the oaken door, Cross in the window, serpent on the floor. Chapel hymns hide a darker code, Veil of the lodge where the shadows load. [Verse 1] Stained glass saints with their eyes half-shut, But the floorboards creak where the compass cuts. Incense clouds mask sulfur smoke, Every hymn’s echo is a serpent’s joke. “Christian order” stamped on the creed, But the oath runs deeper than the words they read. Societas swears in the Anglia halls, While OTO scripts mark the temple walls. Letters leaked, edges burnt with wax, Names like sigils in a secret tax. Every handshake weighed, every vow rehearsed, Cross on the altar, fang in the verse. [Hook – chant, cold and slow] Veil of the lodge where the brothers meet, Oaths in the dark while the prayers repeat. Cross in the window, serpent on the floor, Knock three times, then they close the door. [Verse 2] British crown with a dragon grin, Gaelic spells in the bloodline’s skin. Royalty draped in a preacher’s shawl, But the serpent coils in the courtly hall. MI6 whispers through a gentleman’s smile, Files on fire with a coded dial. Lower ranks blinded with the crafted show, Pay their dues where they’ll never go. Veil on the creed, mask on the stone, Top tier scripts in a tongue unknown. Like ivy crawling on cathedral face, It looks like beauty but it chokes the place. [Hook – layered whispers and chants] Veil of the lodge where the brothers meet, Oaths in the dark while the prayers repeat. Cross in the window, serpent on the floor, Knock three times, then they close the door. [Bridge – detached monotone, doubled voice] Compass cuts, square divides, Ink runs cold where the cipher hides. Anglia rites in a holy frame, But the serpent laughs in the hidden name. Edith’s letters, Miller’s hand, Expose the chain the lodges planned. Cross on the robe, claw in the creed, Mask of light where the shadows feed. [Verse 3] Stone by stone, the cathedral lies, Every arch built with a devil’s guise. English halls with their painted saints, But the floor is black with the serpent’s taint. “Brotherhood, honor” ,,, a language bent, Every title bought, every blessing rent. Veins of empire fed through the crown, Scripture twisted till the truth drowns. Zero speaks in a voice of ice, No warmth left, just a sacrifice. Veil is heavy, creed is thin, Cross in the front with the serpent within. [Hook – final, stark and echoing] Veil of the lodge where the brothers meet, Oaths in the dark while the prayers repeat. Cross in the window, serpent on the floor, Knock three times, then they close the door. [Outro – whispered, fading] Compass spins, square aligns, Candle smoke masks the hidden signs. Veil still hangs though the creed looks pure, The lodge holds secrets the bloodlines secure.

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