Riding high above its ruins
The Knights were shining in their mail
Like a troop of dancing bruins
And to their great avail
But mounted all the same;
As the guardians of the Grail
They added Templer to their name.
The Merovingian bloodline
No Rothschild would protest.
This Long-Haired kraal of gnostic kings
Has served the black arts best.
Holy cow! Ere and now!
The covenant was their Sangraal!
Ancient bloodlines through the ages
Never make the Domesday pages.
Without the occult there’s no way of knowing
What spells the ants of the coven are sowing.
