🧨 Page 12 – Mail of the Damned

[Hook – Screamed and distorted] Ritual masks, blood behind thrones, Hidden in lodges, carved in stone. Freemason fangs, Post Office spies, Founding lies under Satan’s eyes. [Verse 1 – slow, dragging, dirty] Sir Bacon staged the Helmet rites, Satan's collar in purple nights. Plays were covers, oaths were blades, Knights in hell-forged masquerades. Queen’s pawn, crossed Europe’s veins, France, Spain, Germany stained. Kabbalistic rites, Arabian dreams, Egyptian fires, black alchemy streams. Witchcraft in royal halls, Coven fires behind the walls. Satan’s breath in courtly air, Masonic chains in velvet chairs. [Switch – Beat cracks, heavier stomps] Hell Fire Club — secret sins, Blood-drenched halls, devil grins. Exposed, dissolved? Nah, just deep, In basements where the children weep. Philip of Wharton, Freemason scum, Clinton’s mask, Franklin's drum. George Lee, Earl of Lies, Sipping death in red sunrise. Ben Franklin — your “founding saint,” Cracked the whip with demons’ paint. Rosicrucian king, Hell Fire beast, Devil’s feast in a postal priest. [Hook – Repeat harder, glitch break] Ritual masks, blood behind thrones, Hidden in lodges, carved in stone. Freemason fangs, Post Office spies, Founding lies under Satan’s eyes. [Verse 2 – faster, brutal rap cadence] Postal Service — the spying net, Hands in letters, necks in debt. Dashwood’s caves, Franklin's screams, Under West Wycombe’s broken beams. Mailmen of hell, reading your cries, Building control with invisible ties. Clutchin' oaths, callin' it "law," Writin' the scripts for global war. Astor stands with Masonic flags, Hiding horns in velvet bags. DeWitt Clinton, Armstrong’s crew, Signing blood contracts — same old blue. John Jacob Astor — butcher’s tale? Built on corpses, Satan’s mail. Fed the British beast in chains, Rained down death in iron veins. [Bridge – whispered then screamed] Blood trades. Black seals. Stolen crowns. Hidden deals. [Verse 3 – final filthy stomp] Hell Fire flames, Franklin’s breath, Whispers of murder, contracts of death. Summer sins, twisted rites, Scars across the founding nights. Pledges to Saturn, Oaths to Ash, Lucifer’s brand in every stash. New World Order, stitched in guts, Royal blood in the postal cuts. No flag clean, no hero pure, Foundations rotting under the lure. You worship cages, built on pain, Pray to false crowns in Satan’s name. [Outro – static, crackling collapse] Ritual masks... Blood behind thrones... Blood behind thrones...