These are the dregs The last grains of the age It may be the hourglass Or earth covering earth But not in Bethlehem Not in Jerusalem Not in Chorazaim And not in Bethsaida We will not again see God humbled on an ass But see See On a white horse he comes Blazing sword in burning hand "Lo, I am become death The destroyer of worlds" His hands are backed up They're straining at his neck What colour shall we rank in him? What face shall we deliver him? There may be the black dog There may be the white dog Hitler comes as Kalki Kalki comes as Hitler Teeth. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth.
But meaningless lights Still hold our attention We think that the holy books Are written in blood and fire But what if it's water? The fire's turned to blood The blood's turned to water And the water's turned to what? Milk? Piss? Lies? Dust? Hitler comes as Kalki Kalki comes as Hitler Everything becomes emptiness But goes through fire Secret mother (gsang yum chen mo) Secret fater (gsang yab chen po)
Hitler becomes Kalki Kalki becomes Hitler White horse and red horse Christ twists on the cross Christ smiles in the guttering rubble He brings not peace but a sword Maybe the ocean roars immaculate Maybe the stars fall incomprehensible Oh these all tell me These all spell to me Hitler as Kalki Kalki as Hitler
Where's your god now? I'll point out his varied forms to you: One: He hangs on the end of a tree Two: He's nailed to the arms Of that self-same tree And three: He spins and soars And laughs through space One day the world sees Oh one day the world sees Hitler as Kalki Kalki as Hitler
He lies matted Half in time and half in space Through the rising incense smoke I see him in a crouded room I see him crossing the mountain range If we see man at his most bloody If we see man at his most base Shall we then and there say "This is reality; this is his nature"? what makes the pain More real than the joy? Both are so mignled And muddied together To pull them apart We butcher the essence And cripple its meaning
God is on the cross Or three gods perhaps If they are all one Neither coming nor going Neither waxing nor waning But immense in their unity Matter and space He rides between the spaces And he rides between the pain In the secret heart of becoming In the secret modes of darkness His eyes are now shuttered windows Oh man man man man With his claws and his lies With his peace and his pain With his love and his sorrow With his candle of hope That stutters and dies No liberation through hearing When the sound of the world's collapsing Deafens deafens deafens our ears And pierces our hearts
Hitler as Kalki Kalki as Hitler Rolling and roaring Exultant and trembling Sorrow sorrow sorrow Where the eagle flies Where the eagle shudders Where the eagle drops Where the eagle plummets All things merging And all things dissolving Then stars collapse The vortex commences in space The rubble collects The debris gathers Time starts to shiver By heart's blood
If I dissolve into your body If I hoped to find White light in your soul If together we fall into forever Would we not notice the turbulence That no longer waits?
First he comes From on a hill Then he's running Throughout the town Then he stands Devoid of peace Devoid of place Devoid of pity
Oh my dear Christ Carried broken from sad brown earth Teeth. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth. Teeth. Hitler as Kalki Kalki as Hitler Hitler KalkiTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
