To climb the ladders of society
A helping hand from those who call themselves free
Free from religion and bureaucracy
A higher echelon of dignity
They are the masters of the powers that be

Soon I will reach the 33rd degree
I swore the oath of total secrecy
Oh I try but I can hardly sleep
I swore it on the bible and my family
Now what I want is always mine for free

So in confession to a trusted priest
I told the secrets that I swore to keep
Cold dark promises are haunting me
Behind the banners of democracy
They are the architects of history

Initiation is an ancient rite
A higher order will be reached tonight
They close the shutters and they check the time
Draw the circle and they draw the sign
Draw the blade as the stars align