I'm a huge metal fan, mostly death but I will dabble in black, thrash, prog, etc. I was listening to one of the albums Dave made after his arm was fixed and he got saved and the lyrics to this are especially poignant. I want to say this was like 2006 but 15 years on it is quite eerie.

https://youtu.be/NLz6DqLkFA8

Lyrics: The quiet war has begun with silent weapons

And the new slavery is to keep the people

Poor and stupid; "Novus Ordo Seclorum"

How can there be any logic in biological war?

We all know this is wrong, but the New World Order's

Beating down the door

Oh, something needs to be done

There was a king (an evil king), who dreamt the wickedest of dreams

An ancient mystery no prophet could interpret

Of seven years of famine; the wolf is at my door

As predicted years ago: that that was, that is, that is no more

The word predicts the future and tells the truth about the past

Of how the world leaders will hail the new Pharaoh

The eighth false king to the throne

Washington is next!

Disengage their minds, sabotage their health

Promote sex, and war, and violence in the kindergartens

Blame the parents and teachers; it's their fault; "Annuit Coeptis"

Attack the church dynamic, attack the family

Keep the public undisciplined till nothing left is sacred, and

The "have-nots" get hooked and have to go to the "haves" just to cop a fix

I am the king (an evil king), who dreams the wickedest of dreams

An ancient mystery, nobody could interpret

Of seven empires falling; the wolf is at my door

As predicted years ago: that that was, that is, that is no more

The word predicts my future and tells the truth about my past

Of how the world's leaders are waiting to usher in

The eighth world power of modern Rome Washington is next!

There was a king (an evil king), who dreamt the wickedest of dreams

An ancient mystery, no prophet could interpret

Of seven empires falling; the wolf is at my door

As predicted years ago: that that was, that is, that is no more

I am a king, and I dream the wildest dreams And nobody could interpret

Seven empires falling; the wolf is at my door

Oh, that that was, that is, that is no more

There's something at my door, some ancient mystery

The future tells the truth about the past

And I'm the eighth false king to the throne

I've got you in my cross hairs; now, ain't that a bitch?

Washington, you're next!