Devil-May-Care - Biblical Bloody Testimonies (The Storm and the Falling of Jerusalem)

We've rushed in; in blood's sweet taste

And in smoking wounds of the skies

The flags with indifferent arms were flashing

And the hysterical prophesies of The Koran

Were cited by some mad unchristian

......I've slashed him while reading Our Father......

Then I looked round; among the living

In misty light

The dead were marching

And in their empty eye-sockets

The triumph of the dumb was gleaming

And finally they did arise and had their revenge

The sparkle of steel

When the crooked blade meets the Teutonic sword

The shields all cut in pieces you feel the foam at your mouth

The image of the sun becomes obscure in thick black smoke



“Oh look at them who call themselves the soldiers of the

Christ!” - exclaimed the hermit turning pale*

Then some battle-axe had smashed his scull

And some grey-haired creature was riding through

The battle's clash and moan... and pain*

The troll it seemed to be

The one from fairy-tales and nightmares

And he was galloping in the light of fires



I stepped back to the wall; and vomited on corpses and on Bloody lakes*

But then again I saddled up

Calm madness did entwine me

Somebody hit me in the heat of passion and to the ground I fell

And in the furious and violent fire

My mind has found the eternal peace



And so I had this awful dream:

I saw that I was carrying some human flesh to the Savior's Cross

While blood was dripping on the foreign land of Palestine

And there where these red drops had fallen the tangerines did grow.

I looked at the Savior's gloomy face I knew He felt some pain

His blood did frighten and oppress me

And then He said "It wasn't I who asked you

To spill the blood of men, to settle this bloody score with them...”

Why did we give our lives in the golden sands?

Why did we kill, rape and slaughter?

Why did we bring in this city?

The Biblical Bloody Testimonies.

Infamous is our crusade. A bit of evil we tasted

We've brought in the hellish goat in town



God isn't in icons, God isn't in churches

But in strange talks and burning candles

God vanishes in the bloody war...

He keeps on living in the troublesome dream...