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  • 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
  • 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