Hitler as Kalki (SDM)

These are the dregs
 Of the last grains of the age
 It may be the hourglass of earth covering earth
 But not in Betlehem
 Not in Jerusalem
 Not in Chorazaim
 And not in Bethsaida
 We will not again see
 God humbled on an [bad word]  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
 Hitler comes as Kalki
 Kalki comes as Hitler
 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 fires turned to blood
 The bloods turned to water
 And the waters turned to what?
 Milk? [bad word]  Lies? Dust?
 Hitler comes as Kalki
 Kalki comes as Hitler
 Everything becomes emptiness
 But goes through fire
 Secret mother (gsang yum chen mo)
 Secret father (gsans yab chen po)

 Hitler becomes Kalki
 Kalki becomes Hitler
 The white horse and red horse
 Christ twists on the cross
 Hitler smiles in the guttering rubble
 He brings not peace but a sword
 But maybe the ocean roars immaculate
 Maybe the stars fall incomprehensible
 Oh these all tell me
 Oh 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 this selfsame tree
 And three he spins, he spins and soars and laughs through space
 Ah, one day the world sees
 Oh, one day the world sees
 Hitler as Kalki
 God as Kalki

 And he lies matted
 Half in time and half in space
 Through the rising incense smoke
 I see him in a crowded 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 point then and there
 This is reality, this is his nature
 Oh, what makes the pain more real than the joy?
 Both are so mingled now 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
 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 worlds collapsing
 Deafens deafens deafens our ears
 And pierces our hearts

 Hitler as Kalki
 Kalki as Hitler
 Rolling and roaring
 Swooping and soaring
 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 dissolving
 Then stars collapse
 The vortex commences in space
 The rubble collects
 The debris gathers
 Time starts to shiver
 My 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, teeth, teeth, teeth, teeth
 Hitler as Kalki
 Hitler as Kalki
 Kalki as Hitler
 Hitler as Kalki