Deep beneath these sinful lands The black magicians dwell Conjuring foul poisons from the seven layers of hell Weaving their necromancy and arcane spells They control the minds of indulgent swine Who walk through the world blind
Their plans have worked to great excess The citizens revel in gluttonous sex The merchants selling their fetid wares Whilst the downtrodden lay on the streets cold and bare
The order works their magic in secret The influence is there, but no one can see it
Deep beneath the earth in moldered ruins Lies the ancient cult of fallen druids Visages of perfection on display before their eyes Yet this infallible paragon shall soon meet its demise Great nobles walk in wonder whilst the people stalk and stare At the gods they have created from the statues standing there The mark of the Ebon Hand exists on every royal A shining emblem of supremacy that spins the Elabrynth's coils
Forged inside the black flames below They bow, they bow to the order The shine in their eyes emits an unearthly glow They bow, they bow to the order So lost in illusion that they'll never even know They bow, they bow to the order The puppets are blind and they're all under control They live, they live for the order
The Order Of The Ebon Hand Enslaving the whole of man
Evil has no face All who enter this Elabrynth are slaves The monarchy are just pawns in the game False gods manifested by the 33rd While 76 hold omnipotence