Bohemians watch while care burns
On an altar lit by a hooded high priest
Reciting occult prayers as he churns
The hungry flames to incite their feast

Three times care begged for his life
Three times the priest declined his plea
There was no way care would survive
It was destined to encounter infinity

And just before he would meet demise
The priest drains from care’s spine base
A few drops that can’t be made otherwise
But by one who gazes death in the face

And as Moloch receives the sacrifice
From the ones chosen by evil itself
In front of a thousand Bohemian’s eyes
Care’s soul is drawn into the 7 th shelf

After the ritual reached its conclusion
The Bohemians attending are sent away
To play and suppress their confusion
Of being accomplice to an insane slay

When the meeting has come to an end
The Bohemians return to their offices
All over the world from where they send
Harsh rulings to accomplish their promises
To Moloch, their harrowing man-eating god
For whom Solomon built a temple in Topheth
Enraging the Most High, the One True God
By worshipping the Canaanite god of death