Servants of Mammon (As I Wept for Thee cover)

The words thee spit So cunning and wit Are like (pitch) black bile (oil) A sermon of sputum so vile A sermon of greed so vile Wide alike the mighty Nile Alike the stench of a rotten pile Carried by the wind and spread a many mile Malicious servants of Mammon Covetnous is Lucifers Son Yesteryears Pharao's of the Golden Dawn And todays kings dress thyself in a golden gown And i will watch thee fall down in renown The stench of gold... it's so old Era's of putrefacted wealth glowing cold Vespasian said: pecunia non olet But i smell the stench of the dead The words thee spit So cunning and wit Are like black bile A sermon of sputum so vile A sermon of greed so vile Wide alike the mighty Nile Alike the stench of a rotten pile Carried by the wind and spread a many mile The stench of gold... Era's of putrefacted wealth glowing cold it's so old...The stench of gold... Vespasian said: pecunia non olet But i smell the stench of the dead... i smell the stench of the dead...