The House Of Crimson Coin-Knights Of The Abyss

Jekyll island 1910 The gathering of conspired secrecy perfected over a century orchestrating the worlds grandest of schemes perfected over a century Waiting endlessly for the moment of total control Conceived in 1910, a gathering of seven I＇ll bound men seven black hearted men Built upon a hypocratic oath a ruse of the swine your child of delusive deception Through momentary gains and the house of crimson coin Profits through dept inevitably control Pressing on unquestioned for their network of pay offs intertwined in every aspect of society Our majority absolute authority Lavish parties are thrown in our honor and they drink to their most behemoth of power They care not of material gain but pleasure is theirs for our struggle and pain On the island of secretive sands They＇ve constructed their gradual rise to power They have waited us out Silently weaving weds of their running craft Power is their gold, fear is their tool, freedom extinct we have all been fooled What is to blame but our human condition greed and the ideal of power The men who set out to Jekyll that day put into action this timeless condition But with this condition comes freedom of choice they＇ve choose the path of infinite corruption The end of an age is closing it＇s chapter Tare down the laws created at Jekyll