Текст песни
Through the redwood trees behind the gate
The powerful decide our fate
A pagan ritual by the lake
For their dominion our souls they take
They wear no suits they shed the guise
In hooded robes before our eyes
A mockery of death they play
To burn their Care and rule the day
The Moloch statue hollow eyes
Watches as the promise dies
In the Grove! The sacred flame!
They play their godless wicked game!
No press allowed no prying eyes
Beneath the California skies!
They say it's myth but open your mind
Look behind the gate see what you find!
Presidents and CEOs
Making deals nobody knows
Toasting power toasting greed
Planting a malignant seed
The owl is watching cold and still
Waiting for the blood to spill
In the Grove! The sacred flame!
They play their godless wicked game!
No press allowed no prying eyes
Beneath the California skies!
They say it's myth but open your mind
Look behind the gate see what you find!
Is this the source? The hidden hand?
That ravages the land?
A secret cult of wealth and pride
With nowhere left for us to hide
In the Grove! The sacred flame!
They play their godless wicked game!
No press allowed no prying eyes
Beneath the California skies!
They say it's myth but open your mind
Look behind the gate see what you find!
The fire's out the oath is sworn
We're just the cattle to be shorn