| Lyrics: | One man - one vision,
racial purity,
madman or magician?A mystery to me,
he who
scorns the teachings of
Blavatsky count the cost,
there's more than
superstition
hides behind the crooked cross.
Our destiny in prophecy -
we learn
by our mistakes,
through each strata of society -
the poison infiltrates,
adding
hatred to the embers -
'till the fire burns out of hand,
to spread the dark cloud swiftly
-
'cross our 'Green and Pleasant Land'.
Security in ignorance,
out of sight is
out of mind,
while children weep on city streets -
the blind deceive the blind,
they
say 'welcome your lost brother
all he touches turns to gold',
yet my 'brother' tries to
kill me -
out of love so I am told.
My blood with yours shall mingle,
our
spirits unify,
if our hearts are joined as one
then we can never die.
Now the
'Dove of Peace' lies dead,
upon this land our fathers bled,
and 'Drakes Drum' lies
deserted on the sand,
I see the keepers of the peace -
hacked to pieces in the
streets,
victims of the 'brotherhood of man'.
History repeats itself - of this fact
I am sure,
stupidity defeats us if its lessons we ignore,
so heed these words of
warning
before it is too late,
to preach the 'New Religion' -
the philosophy of
hate.
My blood with yours shall mingle,
our spirits unify,
if our hearts are
joined as one
then we can never die.
Now the 'Dove of Peace' lies dead,
upon
this land our fathers bled,
and 'Drakes Drum' lies deserted on the sand,
I see the keepers
of the peace -
hacked to pieces in the streets,
victims of the 'brotherhood of
man'.
One man's condition - pure insanity?
a nation's submission - embracing
destiny,
driven by compulsion - powered by the Vril,
do not mock the Crooked Cross - its
power
is growing still |
