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 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 fires turned to blood

The bloods turned to water

And the waters 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 (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

Hitler as Kalki