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