These are the dregs   Of last grains of the age      May be the hourglass   Of earth covering earth   But not in Betlehem   Not in Jerusalem   Not in Chorazin   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, 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 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   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 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      And he lies matted   Half in time and half in space   Through the rising incense smoke   I see him in the 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 say   ''This is reality, this is his nature''?      Oh, what makes the pain   More real than the joy?   Both are so mingled now   And muddled 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 waxing nor waning   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 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   And all things 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   Whitelight 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            ----         The booklet says:   ''Some people think that Hitler was Kalki, the tenth and   final avatar or incarnation of the Hindu God Vishnu, who   comes on a white horse to destroy the cosmos at the end of   each world cycle. Hitler was certainly an absolute and   hideous form of AntiChrist, one of many to come, and a   sign of the approaching return of Christ. I wait in hope for   destruction to pass and a new Heaven and Earth to appear   as the recreated Paradise of the Pantocrator. Watch for the   thief in the night and the knocking at the door."