Hitler as Kalki (SDM) Lyrics
| Song | Hitler as Kalki (SDM) |
| Artist | Current 93 |
| Album | Thunder Perfect Mind |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Current Ninety Three ... | |
| 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 waning nor waxing | |
| 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 | |
| Kalki |
| zuo ci : Current Ninety Three ... | |
| 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 selfsame 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 waning nor waxing | |
| 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 | |
| Kalki |
| zuò cí : Current Ninety Three ... | |
| 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 selfsame 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 waning nor waxing | |
| 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 | |
| Kalki |
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