[Intro – solemn voice] Crowns pinned on a chest while the crowd clapped blind, But the medals were masks and the orders behind. [Verse 1] French Legion of Honor draped on his frame, While the Queen poured tea and the Duchess praised the name. Mickey Mouse chinaware gifted with grace, Porcelain smiles masking darker space. League of Nations applauded the show, But beneath the applause was a current they know. A boyhood oath in DeMolay halls, Became a brotherhood vow in the studio walls. Persephone captured in painted descent, Cartoon goddess trapped by a Satanic intent. Six months chained, six months free, The myth encoded in a film for the family. [Hook – choir & chant] Legion of Honor, banners raised, Crowns for a servant in a kingdom enslaved. Oscars and medals, praises unfurled, Every accolade programmed the world. [Verse 2] Seven hundred trophies stacked in a shrine, Thirty Oscars tall like a temple line. A Freedom Medal pinned in ’64, While the animators broke but their names ignored. Their ink fed the reels, their sweat filled the frame, But Walt took the honors, they erased the names. Masonic lodges behind the stage, 233 Club where the actors prayed. Bogart’s grin, John Wayne’s steel, Autry’s chords, Dick Clark’s deal. Sarnoff’s empire wired the land, Jack Warner signed with a compass hand. Laemmle’s reel, Cohn’s demand, All of it sealed in a brother’s brand. [Hook – layered chant with strings] Legion of Honor, banners raised, Crowns for a servant in a kingdom enslaved. Oscars and medals, praises unfurled, Every accolade programmed the world. [Verse 3] It wasn’t art alone that raised him to throne, But the lodges, the royals, the orders unknown. Paris nights with awards so bright, But Wells whispered plans in the London night. “New World Order” in a smoke-filled room, While a queen served tea and cartoons bloomed. Snow White died, then rose in light, Pinocchio longed for a soul in sight. Death and revival, scripts revised, Mind-control patterns in children disguised. Every medal a seal, every crown a decree, Not for the art but for loyalty. [Bridge – solemn cadence] Raise the banner, pin the star, Every accolade shows who they are. [Verse 4] Porcelain gifts and Freedom rings, Medals were crowns for a puppet king. Applause so loud it drowned the clue, That the lodge had scripted the dream they drew. Persephone wept while the crowd gave cheer, And the rites were repeated year by year. From France to London, to Washington halls, They crowned their servant with royal calls. [Hook – final, grand delivery] Legion of Honor, banners raised, Crowns for a servant in a kingdom enslaved. Oscars and medals, praises unfurled, Every accolade programmed the world. [Outro – whisper] From porcelain gifts to medals of state, Every honor was proof of a hidden fate.
