Behind The Crooked Cross — текст песни (Sabbat)

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.