Thy Will Be Done Lyrics

Political mastery based on violence and jesuitry- industry gathering a harvest of human blood. Commerce ascendant on the ruins of manhood, such is the morality of civilization.
And over the edifice of the stupendous perversion the Law sits enthroned.
And religion weaves the spell of awe, varnishes the right and puzzles the wrong, and bids a cowering helot intone,
"Thy Will Be Done!"
The voice of the Church is clogged with the phlegm of caution while its hands clasp its rosaries, crosses, and itself to its bosom