Текст песни: Hitler As Kalki (SDM) + перевод

These are the dregs

Of the last grains of the age

It may be the hourglass

Of 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

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 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 father (gsang yab chen po)

Hitler becomes Kalki

Kalki becomes Hitler

White horse and red horse

Christ twists on the cross

Hitler smiles in the guttering rubble

He brings not peace but a sword

And 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

This self-same tree

And three: He spins and soars

And laughs through space

One day the world sees

One day the world sees

Hitler as Kalki

Hitler 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»?

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

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 deafens deafens our ears

And pierces our heart

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 hope 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

Hitler as Kalki

Hitler as Kalki