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 superstitionhides 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 brotherall 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 onethen 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 warningbefore 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 onethen 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 poweris growing still.
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