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