The House Of Crimson Coin - Knights of the Abyss

Jekyll island 1910

The gathering of conspired secrecy perfected over a century orchestrating the

worlds grandest of schemes perfected over a century

Waiting endlessly for the moment of total control

Conceived in 1910, a gathering of seven ill bound men seven black hearted men

Built upon a hypocratic oath a ruse of the swine your child of delusive

deception

Through momentary gains and the house of crimson coin

Profits through dept inevitably control

Pressing on unquestioned for their network of pay offs intertwined in every

aspect of society

Our majority absolute authority

Lavish parties are thrown in our honor and they drink to their most behemoth of

power

They care not of material gain but pleasure is theirs for our struggle and pain

On the island of secretive sands

They’ve constructed their gradual rise to power

They have waited us out

Silently weaving weds of their running craft

Power is their gold

Fear is their tool

Freedom extinct we have all been fooled

What is to blame but our human condition greed and the ideal of power

The men who set out to Jekyll that day put into action this timeless condition

But with this condition comes freedom of choice they’ve choose the path of

infinite corruption

The end of an age is closing its chapter

Tare down the laws created at Jekyll