🧨 Page 15 – "Orphans of the Blood"

[Hook – Haunting, soft chanting tone, dark AF] Born of blood, raised in mud, Spirits whisper, devils flood. Ghosts of the royals, inked in the veins, The orphans of blood still carry the chains. [Verse 1 – slow hypnotic start, then tighten] Chanlers bred on haunted floors, Rokeby gates, black fairy wars. Roosevelt smiles, Delano whore, Astor blood soaks every door. Morphine kisses from demon wives, Cup of blood, "Will the fairies arrive?" Satan’s pardon, cried through the night, Prayed for Lucifer’s return to the light. Esoteric games in locked-up cells, Chanler’s spirit writin’ spells. Eye color shift, astral hells, Family framed, but who can tell? [Hook – louder, beat building] Born of blood, raised in mud, Spirits whisper, devils flood. Ghosts of the royals, inked in the veins, The orphans of blood still carry the chains. [Verse 2 – faster now, words start to cut sharper] Margaret married into Aldrich reign, Rokeby passed — same blood chain. William Chanler, Hearst connections, Tammany streets, mafia protections. Billy Graham crowned by Hearst gold, Another Illuminati preacher sold. Winthrop’s wife, Cabell blood, Jefferson’s shadow dragging through mud. Roosevelts kneel to Delano black, Venetian claws in Roosevelt’s back. James Roosevelt, Masonic pact, Married Astors — facts stacked. [Bridge – sinister whisper, slow roll] No escape, no salvation, Blood binds generations. Names in light, hands in filth, Thrones of bone, crowns of guilt. [Verse 3 – full eruption, CIRR3AL teeth bared] John Jacob’s greed, William’s scorn, Third Jacob’s slums, babies mourn. Chanler’s haunted, spirits sworn, Rokeby nights where sins are born. Ritual cries, the mansion moans, Broken souls turned to stone. Bloodlines twisted, seeds were sown, Now they reap the hell they own. [Hook – final blast out] Born of blood, raised in mud, Spirits whisper, devils flood. Ghosts of the royals, inked in the veins, The orphans of blood still carry the chains.