An Empty Hand (Can Still Clench a Fist)

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Goat of Mendes

Baphomet is a deity allegedly worshipped by the Knights Templar that subsequently became incorporated into various occult and Western esoteric traditions. The name Baphomet appeared in trial transcripts for the Inquisition of the Knights Templar starting in 1307. It first came into popular English usage in the 19th century during debate and speculation on the reasons for the suppression of the Templar order. Baphomet is a symbol of balance in various occult and mystical traditions, the origin of which some occultists have attempted to link with the Gnostics and Templars, although occasionally purported to be a deity or a demon. Since 1856 the name Baphomet has been associated with the "Sabbatic Goat" image drawn by Éliphas Lévi, composed of binary elements re… more »

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Behold of what we have become 
Mere slaves of those who rule as one 
Are we, who labour for those few 
Too dumb to notice that we're screwed? 

An army's worth of serfs and paupers 
Heed the clarion call towards all future's lies 
Or just mere sheep, being led to slaughter? 

In towers we built from marbled stones 
The Trumppets blaring the call to demise 
They feast on our own flesh and bones 

For the sick and the weak, nought's left but ire 
We've got no bread to eat and the cake's also spent 
For those who're spent, there are more to hire 

Euthanasia of unworthy life's their gist 
We're condemned men, the Final Solution's our end 
Those too fragile and poor got no right to exist 

Reinstate the National Razor's blade 
And lead them to deserved fate! 

Join us now in the paupers jig 
And turn against those swollen pigs 
Stand up to those who told us lies 
And led us blind to our demise 
Who said, obedience makes us rich 
If we just vote in fevered pitch 
Who made their fortunes on our backs 
And left us with a bunch of rags 
Corruption grown like a putrid boil 
Fed by our labour and our toil 
Whilst we grew miserable and sour 
Deprived of rights, deprived of power 

So here we stand with an empty hand 
Our feet are sore, our backs are bent 
But we are legion, let's resist 
An empty hand can still clench a fist! 

So here we stand with an empty hand 
Our feet are sore, our backs are bent 
But we are legion, let's resist 
An empty hand can still clench a fist! 

Behold of what we have become 
Those been cast out now stand as one 
And finally, the chosen few 
Begin to notice that they're screwed 

The forests fall, the oceans dried 
They're exploiting the earth with our shovels and picks 
For Mammon's sake, science is denied 

Whilst humble folk's condemned to rot 
Our mother's got gangbanged by the worlds biggest dicks 
They claim they serve the will of God 

But the meatshields now block the elite's path 
Just like Spartacus' slaves crushed the armies of Rome 
For one of them there are scores of us 

A bloodied rag, our flag shall be 
We shall feed them their food-stamps and ransack their homes 
Spells doom to their hypocrisy 

Put an end to all their lies 
And hang 'em high on their own ties! 

Join us now in the paupers jig 
And turn against those swollen pigs 
Stand up to those who told us lies 
And led us blind to our demise 
So here we stand with an empty hand 
Our feet are sore, our backs are bent 
But we are legion, let's resist 
An empty hand can still clench a fist! 

So here we stand with an empty hand 
Our feet are sore, our backs are bent 
But we are legion, let's resist 
An empty hand can still clench a fist!

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