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