Darkwell Clandestine
A world of ideas colliding in history
Falsehood stabilizes a new believe
Encouraged by a poor spirited gentry
A hunger for power providing relieve
The conspiracy, clandestine
The beauty is gone, the beauty is gone
Usually claiming, by being divine
No deeds undone
An instrument created by greed
An arch-shavelings condemnable forgery
Worshipped, believed, not even keyed
For history still it rеmains drossy
A whole millennium based on clеrical lie
Acquired rights and plundered wealth
Mankind in deadlock, nothing to rely
Power locked away in religious stealth
The conspiracy, clandestine, the beauty is gone, the beauty is gone
Usually claiming by being divine, no deeds undone
Titanic realm, based on a lie, truth is away, truth is away
Mankind had to comply, facts astray
