The Gospel of Inhumanity
Album - 1995 - Debaser id 18063

Album version

- Oh, God! Oh, Jesus Christ! Oh, my God! Christ! No, no, dear God! No, Christ!
- Mighty god of the Sun, bountiful goddess of our orchards, accept our sacrifice and make our blossoms fruit.

- Accept our sacrifice and make our blossoms fruit!
- Mighty god of the Sun, bountiful goddess of our orchards...
- Hear ye the words of the lord!
- ...accept our sacrifice and make our blossoms fruit.
- Awake, ye heathens, and hold! It is the Lord who hath laid waste your orchards! It is he who hath made them bare!
- Reverence the sacrifice.
- Hold, ye husbandmen, because the harvest of your field hath perished and the vine is dried up and the apple tree languisheth! Even all the trees of the field are withered because the truth is withered away from the sons of men. Desire shall fail and ye shall all die!



Samples from The Wicker Man



Live version

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From a recorded speech by Benito Mussolini

Beyond time and released from sin
As we prow to the slain, determination grim
As a visor who feeds the soil, and the wheel turns again
These last great men will walk, the final links in a chain

On soul is eternal
Nothing is above that soul

Spirits forged in darkness and hewn from love
Welcome the death of the lie, all hail the bleeding dove
With our heads in a deathless realm, our feat firm on the land
Heed, this nature is summoned, for the final stand

On soul is eternal
And nothing is above that soul

Ja, ich weiss, und er ist samme
Ungesettich bleich ett flamme
Müde und versettnich ist
Nicht mehr alles ist wasser
Kohl alles was ist das wasser
Flabben bin ich sicherich
Flammen bin ich sücherüch

We discovered the first one, as he too is the last
On murder sign on the homeland, trough which all must pass
Rising upper mist of fear, moving like shadows unseen
Echoing the ancient forests, clothe in black and green

On soul is eternal
And nothing is above that soul

From the smallest of creatures, up thorugh the spiraling coil
Down from the world of spirits, return back into the soil
From the falling moon, to the ascending sun
Hail eternal recurrents, now all is one

All is one
All is one
All is one
Die Wahrheit ist einz

Who would here descend,
How soon
Is he swallowed up by the dephts!
Thou, Zarathustra,
Still lovest the abysses
Lovest them as doth the fir tree?

The fir flings it's roots, where
The rock self gazes
Shuddering at the depths
The fir pauses before the abysses,
Where all around,
Would feign descend,
Amid the impatience
Of wild rolling, leaping currents
It waits so patient, stern and silent,
Lonely

Lonely
Who would venture here
To be guest,
To be thy guest?

A bird of pray per chance,
Joyious at others misfortune,
Will cling persistent,
To the heir of his steadfast watcher,
With frenzy laughter,
A vulture's laughter

Wherefore so steadfast?
Mocks he so cruel,
He must have wings, who love the abyss,
He must not stay on the cliff,
As thou, who hangest there!

Oh Zarathustra,
Cruelest nimrod!
Of late still a hunter of God,
A spider's web to capture virtue,
An arrow of evil!
Now,
Hunted by thyself,
Thine own prey,
Caught in the grip of thy own soul

Now,
Lonely to me and thee,
To fold in thy own knowledge,
Amid a hundred mirrors,
False to thyself.
With a hundred
Memories,
Uncertain and weary in every wound,
Shimmering, at every frost,
Throttled, in thy own noose,
Self-knower!
self-hangman!

Why didst bine thyself
With the noose of thy wisdom?
Why lureth thyself,
To the old serpent's paradise?
Why stolest into thyself
Thyself?

A sick man now,
Sick of serpents poison,
A captive now,
Who has drawn the hardest lot:
In thy own shaft
Now, does thou workest,
In thine own cavern.
Digging at thyself,
Helpless quite,
Stiff,
A cold corpse
Overwhelmed with a hundred burdens,
Overburdened by thyself,
A knower,
A self-knower!
The wise Zarathustra!

Thou soughtest the heaviest burden
So foundest thou thyself,
And canst not shake thyself off

Watching,
Crouching,
One that stands upright no more!
Thy will prow deform,
Even thy grave deformed spirit!

And of late still so proud,
On all stilts of thy pride!
Of late still the godless hermit,
The hermit with one comrade - the devil,
The scarlet prince, every devilment!

Now,
between two nothings,
Huddled up,
A question mark,
A weary riddle
A riddle for vultures

They will solve thee,
They hunger already for thy solution,
They flutter already, above their riddle,
Above thee, the doomed one,
Oh Zarathustra!
Self-knower!
self-hangman!



From a poem by Friedrich Nietzsche

I am the God Thor
I am the War God
Here in my Northland
My fastness and fortress
Reign I forever!

Here amid icebergs
Rule I the nations
This is my hammer!
Giants and sorcerers
Cannot withstand it!

These are the gauntlets
Wherewith I wield it
And hurl it afar off
This is my girdle
Whenever I brace it
Strength is redoubled!

The light thou beholdest
Stream through the heavens
In flashes of crimson
Is but my red beard
Blown by the night-wind
Affrighting the nations!

Jove is my brother
Mine eyes are the lightning
The wheels of my chariot
Roll in the thunder
The blows of my hammer
Ring in the earthquake!

Force rules the world still
Has ruled it, shall rule it
Meekness is weakness
And strength is triumphant
Over the whole earth
Still it is Thor's Day!

I am the God Thor
I am the War God
Here in my Northlands
My fastness and fortress
Reign I forever!
Reign I forever!
Reign I forever!
Thonor forever!



From the poem "The Challange of Thor" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Come now my brothers, gather around
Listen carefully for the final sound
The tawling clang, the peel of the bell
For we must live past the last deathknell
Rejoice in an eternity of endless pain
For their world of insanity left us sane

Sing! For life, in storms of steel
Strength! Through strife, in storms of steel
Sing! For life, in storms of steel
Strength! Through strife, in storms of steel

Until all is said and done
When the stream of blood has all yet run
When silent darkness covers this land
Of swallen rubble once did stand
Now forever gone to the forgotten
No epitath for all that was simply rotten

Sing! For life, in storms of steel
Strength! Through strife, in storms of steel
Sing! For life, in storms of steel
Strength! Through strife, in storms of steel

It belongs to us tomorrows born
But for tonight we must still rally this storm

And sing! For life, in storms of steel
Strength! Through strife, in storms of steel
Sing! For life, in storms of steel
Strength! Through strife, in storms of steel

Now sing! For life, in storms of steel