This is the United States of America
And you've got a right to hate who you want
So let's start busting heads
Black against white
Yellow versus red
The fighting won't stop
Until we're dead
Until we're all dead
Burning, looting
Riots destroy the masses
Nightfall brings death
City reduced to ashes
Don't call me your brother
'Cause I ain't your fucking brother
We fell from different cunts
And your skin
Your skin's an ugly color, ahh
Race war
We're going to a race war
Hate war
We're going to a hate war
Rage against a homicide
Bloodshed, rampage
Torture is not subsiding
Chaos, bedlam
Violent ethnic uprising
Moslems against christians
And the arabs versus jews
The catholics and protestants
No one wins we all loose
Race war
We're going to a race war
Hate war
We're going to a hate war
Everybody's gonna die!
Xenophobic tendencies
Instilled in us at birth
Are mislabled racism
Hostilities getting worse
Accept the fact, my distant country
Isolated environments
May just be the key, get up
Human beings suspicious
Soon fear grows to hate
We'll have each other by the throat
When forced to integrate
Mothers watch their children die
At each other's hand
Cain and Abel set the course
Ethnocentric command, no
Race war
Hate war
Race war
You can run but you can't hide
Eins, zwei, drei, vier!
Jesus Hitler!
Adolf Christ!
Is this the Second Coming?
Or the Fourth Reich?
His mother, a nun, raped by a Nazi
At the end of the Second Great War
Gave birth to a son who would change the future
For better or worse? He's not sure
I am what should never have been
The ultimate abomination!
Have I returned to save the Jews?
Or to destroy them?
Hear thee, my fellow Nazolics!
Come, join the Neo-theofascists!
Keep the race pure, practice eugenics!
And swear to the holy swazafix
Jesus Hitler!
Adolf Christ!
Is this the Second Coming?
Or the Fourth Reich?
I have returned!
Schweinhund!
Reich und Roll!
Achtung!
Jesus Hitler!
Adolf Christ!
Is this the Second Coming?
Or the Fourth Reich?
Hess to my left, and Peter on right
Will it be war or peace?
Totalitarian on His throne of blood
Commands both man and beast
A pair of souls, trapped in the body of one
Both prisoners of reincarnation
Torn between good and evil
I have returned for salva... elimination!
Hear thee, my fellow Nazolics!
Come, join the Neo-theofascists!
Keep the race pure, practice eugenics!
And swear to the holy swazafix
Bêlit: Conan, do you fear the gods?"
Conan: "I would not tread on their shadow, Some gods are strong to harm, others, to aid; at
least so say their priests. Mitra of the Hyborians must be a strong god, because his people have builded their cities over the
world. But even the Hyborians fear Set. And Bel, god of thieves, is a good god. When I was a thief in Zamora I learned of him."
Bêlit: "What of your own gods? I have never heard you call on them."
Conan: "Their chief is Crom. He dwells on a great mountain. What use to call on him? Little he cares if men live or die. Better to be silent
than to call his attention to you, he will send you dooms, not fortune! He is grim and loveless, but at birth he breathes power to
strive and slay into a man's soul. What else shall men ask of the gods?"
Bêlit: "But what of the worlds beyond the river of death?"
Conan: "There is no hope here or hereafter in the cult of my people, In this world men struggle and suffer vainly,
finding pleasure only in the bright madness of battle; dying, their souls enter a gray misty realm of clouds and icy winds, to
wander cheerlessly throughout eternity."
Bêlit: "Life, bad as it is, is better than such a destiny. What do you believe, Conan?
Conan: "I have known many gods. He who denies them is as blind as he who trusts them too deeply. I seek not beyond death. It may
be the blackness averred by the Nemedian skeptics, or Crom's realm of ice and cloud, or the snowy plains and vaulted halls
of the Nordheimer's Valhalla. I know not, nor do I care. Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat
and stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame and
crimson, and I am content. Let teachers and priests and philosophers brood over questions of reality and illusion. I know this:
if life is illusion, then I am no less an illusion, and being thus, the illusion is real to me. I live, I burn with life, I love, I slay, and
am content."
The 28th day
She'll be bleeding again
And in lupine ways
We'll alleviate the pain
Unholy water
Sanguine addiction
Those silver bullets
A last blood benediction
It is her moon time
When there's iron in the air
A rusted essence
Woman may I know you're there
Unholy water
Sanguine addiction
Those silver bullets
A last blood benediction
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me
Don't spill a drop dear
Let me kiss the curse away
Yourself in my mouth
Will you leave me with your taste?
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me
Beware
The woods at night
Beware
The Lunar light
So in this gray haze
We'll be meeting again
And on that great day
I will tease you all the same
Unholy water
Sanguine addiction
Those silver bullets
A last blood benediction
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me
Hey wolf moon
Come cast your spell on me
Beware
The woods at night
Beware
The Lunar light