Pantheon of Shadows Songtext
von Dead World Reclamation

Blood-borne economy birthed by insolvency
Intravenous bankruptcy; a dwindling supply
Regulations enacted, identities redacted
The masses, distracted. Wall Street occupied
A Pantheon of Shadow cloaked by suit and tie

Oppression is not instant; sometimes the shackles are tightened week by week, month by month. year by year
In some cases the oppressed willingly consent their to damnation
Subjugation is met with joy, the masses enjoy a false sense of comfort as their masters reap the benefits
Bloodletting is met without resistance
We fight while from the shadows, they pull the strings

Toil in your servitude to a society entrenched in secrecy
Embrace proclivity
We are your royalty, pledge arterial fealty
From the coffin to your domain
Toil in your servitude to a society entrenched in secrecy
Embrace proclivity
Bloodbound autocracy, corporate vampiricy
From the coffin to your domain


Engorge! Consume more than your fill
Indulge in our media, your thoughts are tranquil
Fight our wars, with your weapons and words
Question not our intentions, ′lest you upset the herd

You speak of corrupt leaders but do not know it all
The dead are your figureheads, most fiendish of cabal
Feasting on hemoglobin, arterial elixir found
Clock-in to suburban slaughterhouses, corporate burial mounds

Toil in your servitude to a society entrenched in secrecy
Embrace proclivity
We are your royalty, pledge arterial fealty
From the coffin to your domain
Toil in your servitude to a society. Entrenched in secrecy
Embrace proclivity
Bloodbound autocracy, corporate vampiricy
From the coffin to your domain


We're in your Congress and your church
We are shepherds to the herd
Your heads of finance, CEOs
Vampiric leaders, your heroes
We′re in your Congress and your church
We are shepherds to the herd
We're your lawyer and your nurse
We write your fucking laws

They bleed, we feast
They bleed, we feast
They bleed, we feast
They bleed, we feast