Behind The Crooked Cross

Surely though the whole sphere of activities associated with the occult contain certain practices that you just could not get away with putting into print in the context of a song? “Actually Martin has got very near the edge with a song called ‘Behind the Crooked Cross’ which deals with Hitler and his dealings with the occult. There are certain sections dealing with Hitler’s ideas on racial purity that Noise may well ask us to change.”

Would you readily censor your own songs? “Not really censor, subtle changes maybe, do it in a clever way. Personally I regard Hitler as a bad thing altogether. You’ll really have to talk to Martin about all this!”

Which I was going to, but lo and behold Martin phoned me the next day, so on with the conversation.

So let’s delve a little deeper into the song “Behind the Crooked Cross”. Martin takes up the meaning of the song. “I don’t actually mention different races or anything against them but the whole subject of Hitler is obviously very touchy, more so as we are on a German record company! What the song deals with is the question was Hitler a madman or a magician?”

What’s your view on that theory? “I think he was obviously a madman. It’s based on a book ‘Hitler and the Age of Horus’, it’s not a statement or anything like that.

Mmmm, quite ironic that SABBAT record their first album at Horus studios no less!

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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 no more than superstition
hides 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 decieve the blind,
they say “welcome your lost brother
all 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 one
then 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 warning
before it is to 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 one
then 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 power
is growing still.