Iran says U.S., Israel ordered September 11 attacks
Wed. 06 Sep 2006
Iran Focus

Tehran, Iran, Sep. 06 – The Supreme Commander of Iran’s Islamic
Revolutionary Guards Corps accused the Bush Administration and the
Israeli security service Mossad of ordering the September 11, 2001
attacks in New York and Washington, DC.

“The events of September 11 were ordered by U.S. [officials] and Mossad
so that they could carry out their strategy of pre-emption and
warmongering and unipolarisation in order to dominate the Middle East”,
Major General Yahya Rahim Safavi told military commanders on Tuesday.
His comments were reported by the state-run news agency ISNA.

General Safavi said that Iran was the leading force of the “Islamic
world”. “The geographic heart of the Islamic world is in Mecca and
Medina. But, the political heart of the Islamic world is in the Islamic
Republic of Iran and the Supreme Leader [Ayatollah Ali Khamenei] is the
flag-bearer of the front of Islamic awakening and the fronts of the
awakening of third world nations”, he said.

He said that Washington had been defeated in its strategy of “attacking
Iraq, Afghanistan, and Lebanon” and creating a new order in the Middle
East.

“The U.S.’s neo-conservative strategy was to dominate the vast energy
resources of the Persian Gulf in order to be able to control Europe,
China, and India and drive the world to a unipolar state. Therefore, it
planned to change undesirable regimes such as those of Iraq, Sudan,
Syria, and Afghanistan”.

The IRGC general said that the Lebanese militia Hezbollah had defeated
Israel during their recent war. “After many years, the political and
military image and hollow might of the Zionist regime was broken and the
real power of Hezbollah fighters was proven. Thus, Hezbollah defeated
Israel”.

He described Washington and Tel Aviv as two “inter-continental threats”
against Tehran. “The U.S. must be livid at Iran because of its
disgraceful defeats in Iraq, Afghanistan, and Lebanon. Regarding
[Iran’s] nuclear dossier, it might try to create circumstances so that
slowly but surely economic and political pressure is applied against
Iran by the [United Nations] Security Council”.

He accused Washington of plotting a “cultural” attack on Tehran by
setting up new radio and television stations broadcasting into Iran,
supporting dissident groups, and stepping up intelligence operations.
“Therefore, the armed forces must be completely prepared in order to
combat any forms of foreign and domestic threats”, he said.

He charged that Britain and the U.S. were stirring ethnic and religious
divisions in Iran, in particular in the provinces close to the country’s
frontiers.

The IRGC’s primary task is to export the Islamic revolution to Jerusalem
via Baghdad.

Hard-line President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad is one of many officials who
stem from the IRGC

Who Is Osama Bin Laden?

by Michel Chossudovsky


www.globalresearch.ca
September 12, 2001



A few hours after the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Centre and
the Pentagon, the Bush administration concluded without supporting
evidence, that "Osama bin Laden and his al-Qaeda organisation were prime
suspects". CIA Director George Tenet stated that bin Laden has the
capacity to plan ``multiple attacks with little or no warning.''
Secretary of State Colin Powell called the attacks "an act of war" and
President Bush confirmed in an evening televised address to the Nation
that he would "make no distinction between the terrorists who committed
these acts and those who harbor them". Former CIA Director James Woolsey
pointed his finger at "state sponsorship," implying the complicity of
one or more foreign governments. In the words of former National
Security Adviser, Lawrence Eagleburger, "I think we will show when we
get attacked like this, we are terrible in our strength and in our
retribution."

Meanwhile, parroting official statements, the Western media mantra has
approved the launching of "punitive actions" directed against civilian
targets in the Middle East. In the words of William Saffire writing in
the New York Times: "When we reasonably determine our attackers' bases
and camps, we must pulverize them -- minimizing but accepting the risk
of collateral damage" -- and act overtly or covertly to destabilize
terror's national hosts".

The following text outlines the history of Osama Bin Laden and the links
of the Islamic "Jihad" to the formulation of US foreign policy during
the Cold War and its aftermath.

Prime suspect in the New York and Washington terrorists attacks, branded
by the FBI as an "international terrorist" for his role in the African
US embassy bombings, Saudi born Osama bin Laden was recruited during the
Soviet-Afghan war "ironically under the auspices of the CIA, to fight
Soviet invaders". 1

In 1979 "the largest covert operation in the history of the CIA" was
launched in response to the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan in support of
the pro-Communist government of Babrak Kamal.2:

With the active encouragement of the CIA and Pakistan's ISI [Inter
Services Intelligence], who wanted to turn the Afghan jihad into a
global war waged by all Muslim states against the Soviet Union, some
35,000 Muslim radicals from 40 Islamic countries joined Afghanistan's
fight between 1982 and 1992. Tens of thousands more came to study in
Pakistani madrasahs. Eventually more than 100,000 foreign Muslim
radicals were directly influenced by the Afghan jihad.3

The Islamic "jihad" was supported by the United States and Saudi Arabia
with a significant part of the funding generated from the Golden
Crescent drug trade:

In March 1985, President Reagan signed National Security Decision
Directive 166,...[which] authorize[d] stepped-up covert military aid to
the mujahideen, and it made clear that the secret Afghan war had a new
goal: to defeat Soviet troops in Afghanistan through covert action and
encourage a Soviet withdrawal. The new covert U.S. assistance began with
a dramatic increase in arms supplies -- a steady rise to 65,000 tons
annually by 1987, ... as well as a "ceaseless stream" of CIA and
Pentagon specialists who traveled to the secret headquarters of
Pakistan's ISI on the main road near Rawalpindi, Pakistan. There the CIA
specialists met with Pakistani intelligence officers to help plan
operations for the Afghan rebels.4

The Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) using Pakistan's military
Inter-Services Intelligence (ISI) played a key role in training the
Mujahideen. In turn, the CIA sponsored guerrilla training was integrated
with the teachings of Islam:

"Predominant themes were that Islam was a complete socio-political
ideology, that holy Islam was being violated by the atheistic Soviet
troops, and that the Islamic people of Afghanistan should reassert their
independence by overthrowing the leftist Afghan regime propped up by
Moscow."5

Pakistan's Intelligence Apparatus
Pakistan's ISI was used as a "go-between". The CIA covert support to the
"jihad" operated indirectly through the Pakistani ISI, --i.e. the CIA
did not channel its support directly to the Mujahideen. In other words,
for these covert operations to be "successful", Washington was careful
not to reveal the ultimate objective of the "jihad", which consisted in
destroying the Soviet Union.

In the words of CIA's Milton Beardman "We didn't train Arabs". Yet
according to Abdel Monam Saidali, of the Al-aram Center for Strategic
Studies in Cairo, bin Laden and the "Afghan Arabs" had been imparted
"with very sophisticated types of training that was allowed to them by
the CIA" 6

CIA's Beardman confirmed, in this regard, that Osama bin Laden was not
aware of the role he was playing on behalf of Washington. In the words
of bin Laden (quoted by Beardman): "neither I, nor my brothers saw
evidence of American help". 7

Motivated by nationalism and religious fervor, the Islamic warriors were
unaware that they were fighting the Soviet Army on behalf of Uncle Sam.
While there were contacts at the upper levels of the intelligence
hierarchy, Islamic rebel leaders in theatre had no contacts with
Washington or the CIA.

With CIA backing and the funneling of massive amounts of US military
aid, the Pakistani ISI had developed into a "parallel structure wielding
enormous power over all aspects of government". 8 The ISI had a staff
composed of military and intelligence officers, bureaucrats, undercover
agents and informers, estimated at 150,000. 9

Meanwhile, CIA operations had also reinforced the Pakistani military
regime led by General Zia Ul Haq:

'Relations between the CIA and the ISI [Pakistan's military
intelligence] had grown increasingly warm following [General] Zia's
ouster of Bhutto and the advent of the military regime,'... During most
of the Afghan war, Pakistan was more aggressively anti-Soviet than even
the United States. Soon after the Soviet military invaded Afghanistan in
1980, Zia [ul Haq] sent his ISI chief to destabilize the Soviet Central
Asian states. The CIA only agreed to this plan in October 1984.... `the
CIA was more cautious than the Pakistanis.' Both Pakistan and the United
States took the line of deception on Afghanistan with a public posture
of negotiating a settlement while privately agreeing that military
escalation was the best course."10

The Golden Crescent Drug Triangle
The history of the drug trade in Central Asia is intimately related to
the CIA's covert operations. Prior to the Soviet-Afghan war, opium
production in Afghanistan and Pakistan was directed to small regional
markets. There was no local production of heroin. 11 In this regard,
Alfred McCoy's study confirms that within two years of the onslaught of
the CIA operation in Afghanistan, "the Pakistan-Afghanistan borderlands
became the world's top heroin producer, supplying 60 percent of U.S.
demand. In Pakistan, the heroin-addict population went from near zero in
1979... to 1.2 million by 1985 -- a much steeper rise than in any other
nation":12

CIA assets again controlled this heroin trade. As the Mujahideen
guerrillas seized territory inside Afghanistan, they ordered peasants to
plant opium as a revolutionary tax. Across the border in Pakistan,
Afghan leaders and local syndicates under the protection of Pakistan
Intelligence operated hundreds of heroin laboratories. During this
decade of wide-open drug-dealing, the U.S. Drug Enforcement Agency in
Islamabad failed to instigate major seizures or arrests ... U.S.
officials had refused to investigate charges of heroin dealing by its
Afghan allies `because U.S. narcotics policy in Afghanistan has been
subordinated to the war against Soviet influence there.' In 1995, the
former CIA director of the Afghan operation, Charles Cogan, admitted the
CIA had indeed sacrificed the drug war to fight the Cold War. `Our main
mission was to do as much damage as possible to the Soviets. We didn't
really have the resources or the time to devote to an investigation of
the drug trade,'... `I don't think that we need to apologize for this.
Every situation has its fallout.... There was fallout in terms of drugs,
yes. But the main objective was accomplished. The Soviets left
Afghanistan.'13

In the Wake of the Cold War
In the wake of the Cold War, the Central Asian region is not only
strategic for its extensive oil reserves, it also produces three
quarters of the World's opium representing multibillion dollar revenues
to business syndicates, financial institutions, intelligence agencies
and organized crime. The annual proceeds of the Golden Crescent drug
trade (between 100 and 200 billion dollars) represents approximately one
third of the Worldwide annual turnover of narcotics, estimated by the
United Nations to be of the order of $500 billion.14

With the disintegration of the Soviet Union, a new surge in opium
production has unfolded. (According to UN estimates, the production of
opium in Afghanistan in 1998-99 -- coinciding with the build up of armed
insurgencies in the former Soviet republics-- reached a record high of
4600 metric tons.15 Powerful business syndicates in the former Soviet
Union allied with organized crime are competing for the strategic
control over the heroin routes.

The ISI's extensive intelligence military-network was not dismantled in
the wake of the Cold War. The CIA continued to support the Islamic
"jihad" out of Pakistan. New undercover initiatives were set in motion
in Central Asia, the Caucasus and the Balkans. Pakistan's military and
intelligence apparatus essentially "served as a catalyst for the
disintegration of the Soviet Union and the emergence of six new Muslim
republics in Central Asia." 16.

Meanwhile, Islamic missionaries of the Wahhabi sect from Saudi Arabia
had established themselves in the Muslim republics as well as within the
Russian federation encroaching upon the institutions of the secular
State. Despite its anti-American ideology, Islamic fundamentalism was
largely serving Washington's strategic interests in the former Soviet
Union.

Following the withdrawal of Soviet troops in 1989, the civil war in
Afghanistan continued unabated. The Taliban were being supported by the
Pakistani Deobandis and their political party the
Jamiat-ul-Ulema-e-Islam (JUI). In 1993, JUI entered the government
coalition of Prime Minister Benazzir Bhutto. Ties between JUI, the Army
and ISI were established. In 1995, with the downfall of the
Hezb-I-Islami Hektmatyar government in Kabul, the Taliban not only
instated a hardline Islamic government, they also "handed control of
training camps in Afghanistan over to JUI factions..." 17

And the JUI with the support of the Saudi Wahhabi movements played a key
role in recruiting volunteers to fight in the Balkans and the former
Soviet Union.

Jane Defense Weekly confirms in this regard that "half of Taliban
manpower and equipment originate[d] in Pakistan under the ISI" 18

In fact, it would appear that following the Soviet withdrawal both sides
in the Afghan civil war continued to receive covert support through
Pakistan's ISI. 19

In other words, backed by Pakistan's military intelligence (ISI) which
in turn was controlled by the CIA, the Taliban Islamic State was largely
serving American geopolitical interests. The Golden Crescent drug trade
was also being used to finance and equip the Bosnian Muslim Army
(starting in the early 1990s) and the Kosovo Liberation Army (KLA). In
last few months there is evidence that Mujahideen mercenaries are
fighting in the ranks of KLA-NLA terrorists in their assaults into
Macedonia.

No doubt, this explains why Washington has closed its eyes on the reign
of terror imposed by the Taliban including the blatant derogation of
women's rights, the closing down of schools for girls, the dismissal of
women employees from government offices and the enforcement of "the
Sharia laws of punishment".20

The War in Chechnya
With regard to Chechnya, the main rebel leaders Shamil Basayev and Al
Khattab were trained and indoctrinated in CIA sponsored camps in
Afghanistan and Pakistan. According to Yossef Bodansky, director of the
U.S. Congress's Task Force on Terrorism and Unconventional Warfare, the
war in Chechnya had been planned during a secret summit of HizbAllah
International held in 1996 in Mogadishu, Somalia. 21 The summit, was
attended by Osama bin Laden and high-ranking Iranian and Pakistani
intelligence officers. In this regard, the involvement of Pakistan's ISI
in Chechnya "goes far beyond supplying the Chechens with weapons and
expertise: the ISI and its radical Islamic proxies are actually calling
the shots in this war". 22

Russia's main pipeline route transits through Chechnya and Dagestan.
Despite Washington's perfunctory condemnation of Islamic terrorism, the
indirect beneficiaries of the Chechen war are the Anglo-American oil
conglomerates which are vying for control over oil resources and
pipeline corridors out of the Caspian Sea basin.

The two main Chechen rebel armies (respectively led by Commander Shamil
Basayev and Emir Khattab) estimated at 35,000 strong were supported by
Pakistan's ISI, which also played a key role in organizing and training
the Chechen rebel army:

"[In 1994] the Pakistani Inter Services Intelligence arranged for
Basayev and his trusted lieutenants to undergo intensive Islamic
indoctrination and training in guerrilla warfare in the Khost province
of Afghanistan at Amir Muawia camp, set up in the early 1980s by the CIA
and ISI and run by famous Afghani warlord Gulbuddin Hekmatyar. In July
1994, upon graduating from Amir Muawia, Basayev was transferred to
Markaz-i-Dawar camp in Pakistan to undergo training in advanced
guerrilla tactics. In Pakistan, Basayev met the highest ranking
Pakistani military and intelligence officers: Minister of Defense
General Aftab Shahban Mirani, Minister of Interior General Naserullah
Babar, and the head of the ISI branch in charge of supporting Islamic
causes, General Javed Ashraf, (all now retired). High-level connections
soon proved very useful to Basayev."23

Following his training and indoctrination stint, Basayev was assigned to
lead the assault against Russian federal troops in the first Chechen war
in 1995. His organization had also developed extensive links to criminal
syndicates in Moscow as well as ties to Albanian organized crime and the
Kosovo Liberation Army (KLA). In 1997-98, according to Russia's Federal
Security Service (FSB) "Chechen warlords started buying up real estate
in Kosovo... through several real estate firms registered as a cover in
Yugoslavia" 24

Basayev's organisation has also been involved in a number of rackets
including narcotics, illegal tapping and sabotage of Russia's oil
pipelines, kidnapping, prostitution, trade in counterfeit dollars and
the smuggling of nuclear materials (See Mafia linked to Albania's
collapsed pyramids, 25 Alongside the extensive laundering of drug money,
the proceeds of various illicit activities have been funneled towards
the recruitment of mercenaries and the purchase of weapons.

During his training in Afghanistan, Shamil Basayev linked up with Saudi
born veteran Mujahideen Commander "Al Khattab" who had fought as a
volunteer in Afghanistan. Barely a few months after Basayev's return to
Grozny, Khattab was invited (early 1995) to set up an army base in
Chechnya for the training of Mujahideen fighters. According to the BBC,
Khattab's posting to Chechnya had been "arranged through the
Saudi-Arabian based [International] Islamic Relief Organisation, a
militant religious organisation, funded by mosques and rich individuals
which channeled funds into Chechnya".26

Concluding Remarks
Since the Cold War era, Washington has consciously supported Osama bin
Laden, while at same time placing him on the FBI's "most wanted list" as
the World's foremost terrorist.

While the Mujahideen are busy fighting America's war in the Balkans and
the former Soviet Union, the FBI --operating as a US based Police Force-
is waging a domestic war against terrorism, operating in some respects
independently of the CIA which has --since the Soviet-Afghan war--
supported international terrorism through its covert operations.

In a cruel irony, while the Islamic jihad --featured by the Bush
Adminstration as "a threat to America"-- is blamed for the terrorist
assaults on the World Trade Centre and the Pentagon, these same Islamic
organisations constitute a key instrument of US military-intelligence
operations in the Balkans and the former Soviet Union.

In the wake of the terrorist attacks in New York and Washington, the
truth must prevail to prevent the Bush Adminstration together with its
NATO partners from embarking upon a military adventure which threatens
the future of humanity.

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Happy Saint Patrick's Day to All

St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, is one of Christianity's most
widely known figures. But for all his celebrity, his life remains
somewhat of a mystery. Many of the stories traditionally associated with
St. Patrick, including the famous account of his banishing all the
snakes from Ireland, are false, the products of hundreds of years of
exaggerated storytelling.



Taken Prisoner By Irish Raiders
It is known that St. Patrick was born in Britain to wealthy parents near
the end of the fourth century. He is believed to have died on March 17,
around 460 A.D. Although his father was a Christian deacon, it has been
suggested that he probably took on the role because of tax incentives
and there is no evidence that Patrick came from a particularly religious
family. At the age of sixteen, Patrick was taken prisoner by a group of
Irish raiders who were attacking his family's estate. They transported
him to Ireland where he spent six years in captivity. (There is some
dispute over where this captivity took place. Although many believe he
was taken to live in Mount Slemish in County Antrim, it is more likely
that he was held in County Mayo near Killala.) During this time, he
worked as a shepherd, outdoors and away from people. Lonely and afraid,
he turned to his religion for solace, becoming a devout Christian. (It
is also believed that Patrick first began to dream of converting the
Irish people to Christianity during his captivity.)

Guided By Visions
After more than six years as a prisoner, Patrick escaped. According to
his writing, a voice-which he believed to be God's-spoke to him in a
dream, telling him it was time to leave Ireland.

To do so, Patrick walked nearly 200 miles from County Mayo, where it is
believed he was held, to the Irish coast. After escaping to Britain,
Patrick reported that he experienced a second revelation-an angel in a
dream tells him to return to Ireland as a missionary. Soon after,
Patrick began religious training, a course of study that lasted more
than fifteen years. After his ordination as a priest, he was sent to
Ireland with a dual mission-to minister to Christians already living in
Ireland and to begin to convert the Irish. (Interestingly, this mission
contradicts the widely held notion that Patrick introduced Christianity
to Ireland.)

Bonfires and Crosses
Familiar with the Irish language and culture, Patrick chose to
incorporate traditional ritual into his lessons of Christianity instead
of attempting to eradicate native Irish beliefs. For instance, he used
bonfires to celebrate Easter since the Irish were used to honoring their
gods with fire. He also superimposed a sun, a powerful Irish symbol,
onto the Christian cross to create what is now called a Celtic cross, so
that veneration of the symbol would seem more natural to the Irish.
(Although there were a small number of Christians on the island when
Patrick arrived, most Irish practiced a nature-based pagan religion. The
Irish culture centered around a rich tradition of oral legend and myth.
When this is considered, it is no surprise that the story of Patrick's
life became exaggerated over the centuries-spinning exciting tales to
remember history has always been a part of the Irish way of life.)

Ay, Let the truth be know as it is told to many by so few of the old
ways. Even tho i am not of irish descent nor am I irish but, i believe
in respect of other people cultures and beliefs.


St. Patrick whether this is true or not but, i have a feelin it's pretty
damn close.

St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, is one of Christianity's most
widely known figures. But for all his celebrity, his life remains
somewhat of a mystery. Many of the stories traditionally associated with
St. Patrick, including the famous account of his banishing all the
snakes from Ireland, are false, the products of hundreds of years of
exaggerated storytelling.



Taken Prisoner By Irish Raiders
It is known that St. Patrick was born in Britain to wealthy parents near
the end of the fourth century. He is believed to have died on March 17,
around 460 A.D. Although his father was a Christian deacon, it has been
suggested that he probably took on the role because of tax incentives
and there is no evidence that Patrick came from a particularly religious
family. At the age of sixteen, Patrick was taken prisoner by a group of
Irish raiders who were attacking his family's estate. They transported
him to Ireland where he spent six years in captivity. (There is some
dispute over where this captivity took place. Although many believe he
was taken to live in Mount Slemish in County Antrim, it is more likely
that he was held in County Mayo near Killala.) During this time, he
worked as a shepherd, outdoors and away from people. Lonely and afraid,
he turned to his religion for solace, becoming a devout Christian. (It
is also believed that Patrick first began to dream of converting the
Irish people to Christianity during his captivity.)

Guided By Visions
After more than six years as a prisoner, Patrick escaped. According to
his writing, a voice-which he believed to be God's-spoke to him in a
dream, telling him it was time to leave Ireland.

To do so, Patrick walked nearly 200 miles from County Mayo, where it is
believed he was held, to the Irish coast. After escaping to Britain,
Patrick reported that he experienced a second revelation-an angel in a
dream tells him to return to Ireland as a missionary. Soon after,
Patrick began religious training, a course of study that lasted more
than fifteen years. After his ordination as a priest, he was sent to
Ireland with a dual mission-to minister to Christians already living in
Ireland and to begin to convert the Irish. (Interestingly, this mission
contradicts the widely held notion that Patrick introduced Christianity
to Ireland.)

Bonfires and Crosses
Familiar with the Irish language and culture, Patrick chose to
incorporate traditional ritual into his lessons of Christianity instead
of attempting to eradicate native Irish beliefs. For instance, he used
bonfires to celebrate Easter since the Irish were used to honoring their
gods with fire. He also superimposed a sun, a powerful Irish symbol,
onto the Christian cross to create what is now called a Celtic cross, so
that veneration of the symbol would seem more natural to the Irish.
(Although there were a small number of Christians on the island when
Patrick arrived, most Irish practiced a nature-based pagan religion. The
Irish culture centered around a rich tradition of oral legend and myth.
When this is considered, it is no surprise that the story of Patrick's
life became exaggerated over the centuries-spinning exciting tales to
remember history has always been a part of the Irish way of life.)

St. Patrick is believed to have driven the snakes from Ireland. Once a
pagan himself, St. Patrick is one of Christianity's most widely known
figures.

The modern secular holiday is based on the original Christian saint's
feast day also thought to be the date of the saint's death. In 1737,
Irish immigrants to the United States began observing the holiday
publicly in Boston and held the first St. Patrick's Day Parade in New
York City in 1766.

Today, the tradition continues with people from all walks and heritages
by wearing green, eating Irish food, and attending parades. St.
Patrick's Day is bursting with folklore; from the shamrock to the
leprechaun and to pinching those that are not wearing green


The First Parade

St. Patrick's Day is celebrated on March 17, his religious feast day and
the anniversary of his death in the fifth century. The Irish have
observed this day as a religious holiday for thousands of years.

On St. Patrick's Day, which falls during the Christian season of Lent,
Irish families would traditionally attend church in the morning and
celebrate in the afternoon. Lenten prohibitions against the consumption
of meat were waived and people would dance, drink, and feast—on the
traditional meal of Irish bacon and cabbage.

The first St. Patrick's Day parade took place not in Ireland, but in the
United States. Irish soldiers serving in the English military marched
through New York City on March 17, 1762. Along with their music, the
parade helped the soldiers to reconnect with their Irish roots, as well
as fellow Irishmen serving in the English army.

Over the next thirty-five years, Irish patriotism among American
immigrants flourished, prompting the rise of so-called "Irish Aid"
societies, like the Friendly Sons of Saint Patrick and the Hibernian
Society. Each group would hold annual parades featuring bagpipes (which
actually first became popular in the Scottish and British armies) and
drums.

No Irish Need Apply
Up until the mid-nineteenth century, most Irish immigrants in America
were members of the Protestant middle class. When the Great Potato
Famine hit Ireland in 1845, close to a million poor, uneducated,
Catholic Irish began to pour into America to escape starvation. Despised
for their religious beliefs and funny accents by the American Protestant
majority, the immigrants had trouble finding even menial jobs. When
Irish Americans in the country's cities took to the streets on St.
Patrick's Day to celebrate their heritage, newspapers portrayed them in
cartoons as drunk, violent monkeys.

However, the Irish soon began to realize that their great numbers
endowed them with a political power that had yet to be exploited. They
started to organize, and their voting block, known as the "green
machine," became an important swing vote for political hopefuls.
Suddenly, annual St. Patrick's Day parades became a show of strength for
Irish Americans, as well as a must-attend event for a slew of political
candidates. In 1948, President Truman attended New York City 's St.
Patrick's Day parade, a proud moment for the many Irish whose ancestors
had to fight stereotypes and racial prejudice to find acceptance in
America.

Wearing of the Green Goes Global
Today, St. Patrick's Day is celebrated by people of all backgrounds in
the United States, Canada, and Australia. Although North America is home
to the largest productions, St. Patrick's Day has been celebrated in
other locations far from Ireland, including Japan, Singapore, and
Russia.

In modern-day Ireland, St. Patrick's Day has traditionally been a
religious occasion. In fact, up until the 1970s, Irish laws mandated
that pubs be closed on March 17. Beginning in 1995, however, the Irish
government began a national campaign to use St. Patrick's Day as an
opportunity to drive tourism and showcase Ireland to the rest of the
world. Last year, close to one million people took part in Ireland 's
St. Patrick's Festival in Dublin, a multi-day celebration featuring
parades, concerts, outdoor theater productions, and fireworks shows.

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Mein Herz Brennt:


Mein Herz brennt
Nun liebe Kinder gebt fein acht
ich bin die Stimme aus dem Kissen
ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht
hab es aus meiner Brust gerissen

Mit diesem Herz hab ich die Macht
die Augenlider zu erpressen
ich singe bis der Tag erwacht
ein heller Schein am Firmament
Mein Herz brennt

Sie kommen zu euch in der Nacht
Dämonen Geister schwarze Feen
sie kriechen aus dem Kellerschacht
und werden unter euer Bettzeug sehen

Nun liebe Kinder gebt fein acht
ich bin die Stimme aus dem Kissen
ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht
ein heller Schein am Firmament
Mein Herz brennt

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Mein Herz brennt
Nun liebe Kinder gebt fein acht
ich bin die Stimme aus dem Kissen
ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht
hab es aus meiner Brust gerissen

Mit diesem Herz hab ich die Macht
die Augenlider zu erpressen
ich singe bis der Tag erwacht
ein heller Schein am Firmament
Mein Herz brennt

Sie kommen zu euch in der Nacht
Dämonen Geister schwarze Feen
sie kriechen aus dem Kellerschacht
und werden unter euer Bettzeug sehen

Nun liebe Kinder gebt fein acht
ich bin die Stimme aus dem Kissen
ich hab euch etwas mitgebracht
ein heller Schein am Firmament
Mein Herz brennt

Sie kommen zu euch in der Nacht
und stehlen eure kleinen heißen Tränen
sie warten bis der Mond erwacht
und drücken sie in meine kalten Venen

Nun liebe Kinder gebt fein acht
ich bin die Stimme aus dem Kissen
ich singe bis der Tag erwacht
ein heller Schein am Firmament
Mein Herz brennt
Links 2 3 4
Kann man Herzen brechen
Können Herzen sprechen
Kann man Herzen quälen
Kann man Herzen stehlen

Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck
Doch seh ich dann nach unten Weg

Dann schlägt es links

Können Herzen singen
Kann ein Herze springen
Können Herzen rein sein
Kann ein Herz aus Stein sein

Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck
Doch seh ich dann nach unten Weg

Dann schlägt es links

Links zwo drei vier links

Kann man Herzen fragen
Ein kind darunter tragen
Kann man es verschenken
Mit dem Herze denken

Sie wollen mein Herz am rechten Fleck
Doch seh ich dann nach unten Weg

Doch schlägt es in der Linken Brust
Der Neider hat es schlecht gewußt

Links zwo drei vier links
Sonne
Eins
Zwei
Drei
Vier
Fünf
Sechs
Sieben
Acht
Neun
Aus

Alle warten auf das Licht
Fürchtet euch, Fürchtet euch nicht
Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Augen
Sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergehen

Eins
Hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei
Hier kommt die Sonne
Drei
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier
Hier kommt die Sonne

Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Händen
Kann verbrennen, kann euch blenden
Wenn sie aus den Fäusten bricht
Legt sich heiss auf das Gesicht

Sie wird heut Nacht nicht untergehen
Und die Welt zählt laut bis zehn

Eins
Hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei
Hier kommt die Sonne
Drei
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier
Hier kommt die Sonne

Fünf
Hier kommt die Sonne
Sechs
Hier kommt die Sonne
Sieben
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Acht
Hier kommt die Sonne

Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Händen
Kann verbrennen, kann dich blenden
Wenn sie aus den Fäusten bricht
Legt sich heiss auf dein Gesicht
Legt sich schmerzend auf die Brust
Das Gleichgewicht wird zum Verlust
Lässt dich hart zu Boden gehen
Und die Welt zählt laut bis zehn

Eins
Hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei
Hier kommt die Sonne
Drei
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier
Und wird nie vom Himmel fallen

Fünf
Hier kommt die Sonne
Sechs
Hier kommt die Sonne
Sieben
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Acht Neun
Hier kommt die Sonne
Ich will
Ich will

Ich will dass ihr mir vertraut
Ich will dass ihr mir glaubt
Ich will eure Blicke spüren
Ich will jeden Herzschlag kontrollieren

Ich will eure Stimmen hören
Ich will die Ruhe stören
Ich will dass ihr mich gut seht
Ich will dass ihr mich versteht

Ich will eure Phantasie
Ich will eure Energie
Ich will eure Hände sehen
Ich will in Beifall untergehen

Seht ihr mich?
Versteht ihr mich?
Fühlt ihr mich?
Hört ihr mich?
Könnt ihr mich hören?
(Wir hören dich)
Könnt ihr mich sehen?
(Wir sehen dich)
Könnt ihr mich fühlen?
(Wir fühlen dich)
Ich versteh euch nicht

Ich will

Wir wollen dass ihr uns vertraut
Wir wollen dass ihr uns alles glaubt
Wir wollen eure Hände sehen
Wir wollen in Beifall untergehen - ja

Könnt ihr mich hören?
(Wir hören dich)
Könnt ihr mich sehen?
(Wir sehen dich)
Könnt ihr mich fühlen?
(Wir fühlen dich)
Ich versteh euch nicht

Könnt ihr uns hören?
(Wir hören euch)
Könnt ihr uns sehen?
(Wir sehen euch)
Könnt ihr uns fühlen?
(Wir fühlen euch)
Wir verstehen euch nicht

Ich will
Feuer frei!
Getadelt wird wer Schmerzen kennt
vom Feuer das die Haut verbrennt
Ich werf ein Licht
in mein Gesicht
Ein heisser Schrei
Feuer frei!

Bäng bäng

Geadelt ist wer Schmerzen kennt
vom Feuer das in Lust verbrennt
ein Funkenstoss
in ihren Schoss
ein heisser Schrei
Feuer frei!

Bäng bäng
Feuer frei!

Gefährlich ist wer Schmerzen kennt
vom Feuer das den Geist verbrennt
bäng bäng
gefährlich das gebrannte Kind
mit Feuer das vom Leben trennt
ein heisser Schrei
bäng bäng
Feuer frei!

Dein Glück
ist nicht mein Glück
ist mein Unglück

Bäng bäng
Feuer frei!
Mutter
Die Tränen greiser Kinderschar
ich zieh sie auf ein weisses Haar
werf in die Luft die nasse Kette
und wünsch mir, dass ich eine Mutter hätte

Keine Sonne die mir scheint
keine Brust hat Milch geweint
in meiner Kehle steckt ein Schlauch Hab keinen Nabel auf dem Bauch

Mutter

Ich durfte keine Nippel lecken
und keine Falte zum Verstecken
niemand gab mir einen Namen
gezeugt in Hast und ohne Samen

Der Mutter die mich nie geboren
hab ich heute Nacht geschworen
ich werd ihr eine Krankheit schenken
und sie danach im Fluss versenken

Mutter

In ihren Lungen wohnt ein Aal
auf meiner Stirn ein Muttermal
entferne es mit Messers Kuss
auch wenn ich daran sterben muss

Mutter

In ihren Lungen wohnt ein Aal
auf meiner Stirn ein Muttermal
entferne es mit Messers Kuss
auch wenn ich verbluten muss

Mutter
oh gib mir Kraft
Spieluhr
Ein kleiner Mensch stirbt nur zum Schein
wollte ganz alleine sein
das kleine Herz stand still für Stunden
so hat man es für tot befunden
es wird verscharrt in nassem Sand
mit einer Spieluhr in der Hand

Der erste Schnee das Grab bedeckt
hat ganz sanft das Kind geweckt
in einer kalten Winternacht
ist das kleine Herz erwacht

Als der Frost ins Kind geflogen
hat es die Spieluhr aufgezogen
eine Melodie im Wind
und aus der Erde singt das Kind

Hoppe hoppe Reiter
und kein Engel steigt herab
mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter
nur der Regen weint am Grab
hoppe hoppe Reiter
eine Melodie im Wind
mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter
und aus der Erde singt das Kind

Der kalte Mond in voller Pracht
hört die Schreie in der Nacht
und kein Engel steigt herab
nur der Regen weint am Grab

Zwischen harten Eichendielen
wird es mit der Spieluhr spielen
eine Melodie im Wind
und aus der Erde singt das Kind

Hoppe hoppe Reiter
und kein Engel steigt herab
mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter
nur der Regen weint am Grab
hoppe hoppe Reiter
eine Melodie im Wind
mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter
und aus der Erde singt das Kind

Hoppe hoppe Reiter
mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter

Am Totensonntag hörten sie
aus Gottes Acker diese Melodie
da haben sie es ausgebettet
das kleine Herz im Kind gerettet

Hoppe hoppe Reiter
eine Melodie im Wind
mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter
und auf der Erde singt das Kind
hoppe hoppe Reiter
und kein Engel steigt herab
mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter
nur der Regen weint am Grab
Zwitter
Ich hab ihr einen Kuss gestohlen
sie wollte sich ihn wiederholen
ich hab sie nicht mehr losgelassen
verschmolzen so zu einer Masse
so ist es mir nur allzurecht
ich bin ein schönes Zweigeschlecht
zwei Seelen unter meiner Brust
zwei Geschlechter eine Lust

Zwitter

Ich gehe anders durch den Tag
Ich bin der schönste Mensch von allen
Ich sehe wunderbare Dinge
Die sind mir vorher gar nicht aufgefallen
Ich kann mich jeden Tag beglücken
Ich kann mir selber Rosen schicken
Da ist kein zweiter und kein dritter
Eins und eins das ist gleich

Zwitter
Ich bin so verliebt
Zwitter
Ich bin in mich verliebt

Eins für mich eins für dich
Gibt es nicht für mich
Eins für mich eins für dich
Eins und eins das bin ich

Ich bin alleine doch nicht allein
Ich kann mit mir zusammen sein
Ich küsse früh mein Spiegelbild
Und schlafe abends mit mir ein
Wenn die anderen Mädchen suchten
Konnt ich mich schon selbst befruchten
So bin ich dann auch nicht verzagt
Wenn einer zu mir "Fick dich" sagt

Zwitter
Ich bin so verliebt
Zwitter
Ich bin in mich verliebt

Eins für mich eins für dich
Gibt es nicht für mich
Eins für mich eins für dich
Eins und eins das bin ich
Rein raus
Ich bin der Reiter
du bist das Ross
ich steige auf
wir reiten los
du stöhnst
ich sag dir vor
ein Elefant im Nadelöhr

Rein Raus

Ich bin der Reiter
du bist das Ross
ich hab den Schlüssel
du hast das Schloß
die Tür geht auf ich trete ein
das Leben kann so prachtvoll sein

Rein Raus

Tiefer tiefer
sag es sag es laut
tiefer tiefer
ich fühl mich wohl in deiner Haut
und tausend Elefanten brechen aus

Der Ritt war kurz
es tut mir leid
ich steige ab hab keine Zeit
muss jetzt zu den anderen Pferden
wollen auch geritten werden

Rein Raus

Rein (tiefer)
Raus (tiefer)
Adios
Er legt die Nadel auf die Ader
und bittet die Musik herein
zwischen Hals und Unterarm
die Melodie fährt leise ins Gebein

Los

Er hat die Augen zugemacht
in seinem Blut tobt eine Schlacht
ein Heer marschiert durch seinen Darm
die Eingeweide werden langsam warm
Los

Nichts ist für dich
nichts war für dich
nichts bleibt für dich
für immer

Er nimmt die Nadel von der Ader
die Melodie fährt aus der Haut
Geigen brennen mit Gekreisch
Harfen schneiden sich ins Fleisch
er hat die Augen aufgemacht
doch er ist nicht aufgewacht

Nichts ist für dich
nichts war für dich
nichts bleibt für dich
für immer
Nebel
Sie stehen eng umschlungen
ein Fleischgemisch so reich an Tagen
wo das Meer das Land berührt
will sie ihm die Wahrheit sagen

Doch ihre Worte frisst der Wind
wo das Meer zu Ende ist
hält sie zitternd seine Hand
und hat ihn auf die Stirn geküsst

sie trägt den Abend in der Brust
und weiss dass sie verleben muss
sie legt den Kopf in seinen Schoss
und bittet einen letzten Kuss

und dann hat er sie geküsst
wo das Meer zu Ende ist
ihre Lippen schwach und blaß
und seine Augen werden naß

Der letzte Kuss ist so lang her
der letzte Kuss
er erinnert sich nicht mehr

I’ve been doing a number of radio interviews lately in connection with
the release of Dr. LaVey’s latest book, Satan Speaks. There are a few
questions that seem to crop up in every interview, and I’m sure that, in
talking with friends and acquaintances, you get asked the same questions
quite often. The Satanic Bible came out in 1969 and hasn’t been out of
print for 30 years. The philosophy really isn’t that esoteric and
doesn’t take much pondering to understand. But it’s that looming figure
in the shadows, that majestic silhouette of Satan - leathery wings
outstretched, standing proudly, backlit by the flames of Hell—that
people find...disquieting. If you’re new to Satanism, or simply curious,
perhaps a brief discussion of one of the most common questions might
help you to better understand what this site is all about. Why call it
Satanism?

Dr. LaVey has answered this question many times in his writings and in
interviews but, apparently, it’s a tough concept for some people. It is
usually accompanied by, “You know, everything you say makes a lot of
sense. But that name, ‘Satan’, is a real turn-off for people. Why don’t
you just call it ‘Humanism’ or something—you’d get a lot more
followers.”

Of course, the first point is, we don’t need a lot of followers; we need
more leaders in society in general and Satanism is a philosophy of
leaders. That’s the glib answer. The more complete answer is that
Satanists find more strength in images of defiance, fortitude against
all odds and self-determination than we do in the image of the guy
hanging on the Cross. We are sickened by the complacency, hypocrisy,
prejudice, and self-righteousness that most conventional religions
(including “Wicca” and “paganism” as they are currently defined)
encourage in people. When my back is up against the wall, I’m not
strengthened by Jesus’ supposed martyrdom, or by the idea of praying and
being saved, or of mooning over some glorious afterlife (so I don’t have
to take responsibility for this one). Satanists’ scorn for such drivel
is in our hard-wiring, and we could no more “give our lives over to
Christ” than we could cut off one of our own limbs. The word “Satan” is
the first hurdle to understanding what we’re trying to get across.
Question, challenge all things, especially what you’ve been taught about
supposed enemies. Sort out the truth from convenient myths. Words are
magical and potent—use them effectively.

People have tried to dismiss Satanism, saying, “Well, Satan is only a
construction of the Christian church so Satanism is only an inversion of
Christianity. It’s still dependent on Christianity; Satanists are just
Christians who want to play bad boy.” That’s missing the broader point.
Christians didn’t invent Satan. There is always a Satan, an adversary,
in every culture. There is always the figure who represents the Dark
Side, the unexplored realms, the prideful beast who defies the norm.
God, on the other hand, generally represents conventionality,
predictability, the safety of normality, the comfort of the larger group
and the rewards of staying within the bounds of propriety. That
interaction is necessary to life and progress—not “good” versus “evil,”
but that constant interchange between a need for conventionality and a
need for risk-taking by those few who are compelled to explore the murky
regions. The blasphemers and heretics take chances, clearing the path
for others to follow. Christianity didn’t invent the idea of that
interplay any more than they invented the idea of Lucifer; they just
happen to represent the status quo at this time. So, in a
Judeo-Christian society, we call ourselves Satanists.

We create our gods, not the other way around. In a very real way, we
construct them and define them—and they, in turn, guide and define us.
We are a world of storytellers. If aliens really were studying our
various cultures on this planet, they might be quite perplexed about our
obsession with fiction. We read novels, we go to movies, we watch
fictions on television, we’ve carved them on walls for centuries—even
our history is filtered through dramatic storylines. Why? We use stories
about our heroes, our gods, our demons, our successes, failures, dreams
and nightmares in order to preserve what has happened, to communicate
our common values, to work through our common fears, to ritualize,
instruct and have fun. Humans shine when events become unconventional.
That’s the basis for all good tales. What do you do when you’re the
underdog, fighting for survival? What do you do when God is dead and
there are no rules? What kind of character or honor or sense of justice
do you really have when there’s no God to judge you, no threat of
eternity in the fiery furnace? That’s when things get interesting. Step
beyond the boundaries and see what you might find within yourself.

On the Winter Solstice, the Goddess gives birth to the God, the Sun.
This is a time of promise and hope. The Winter Solstice is the first day
of Winter, and the daylight hours begin to increase after this day. This
can be marked by lighting candles or a fire, and putting up strings of
lights. Decorate a Yule tree, make a wreath, decorate your space with
ivy, holly, and mistletoe.

On Imbolc, February 2, the Goddess recovers from giving birth. The God
is now a young boy. We can see at this time the first early signs of
Spring. It is a time of purification and inspiration, and for fresh
change. Place a broom by the front door to symbolize sweeping out the
old and welcoming the new, make a Brighid's Cross and Bride's Bed, do
some Spring cleaning. This is also a perfect time to do an initiation or
dedication ritual.

The Spring Equinox is the first day of Spring. The Goddess enfolds the
earth with fertility. The Spring Equinox is about beginnings and putting
plans into action for growth in your life. Traditional activities
include dyeing eggs, planting seeds, ringing bells, and buying a new
besom.

Beltane, on May 1, marks the God emerging from adolescence into manhood.
The earth and sun have an abundance of energy. The God and Goddess fall
in love and unite, and the Goddess becomes pregnant. Beltane celebrates
vitality, fertility, passion, love, and desires consummated. Gather
flowers, make a Maybasket, enact the Great Rite. Collect river water or
spring water and wash your face with it for health, luck, and beauty.
Decorate with flowers, ribbons, and a maypole.

The Summer Solstice has the longest daylight hours of the year, being
the first day of Summer. Nature is at its peak. It is marked with
festivals of fire, celebrating fertility, health, and love. Spend time
outdoors by going on a picnic, leaving food out for the Fae, and
gathering herbs. The Summer Solstice is a classic day to practice all
kinds of magick for various goals.

Lammas, on August 1, is the middle of summer and the beginning of the
harvest, a time to reap the fruits. Summer is waning, and the God begins
to lose his strength. Lammas is a time to give thanks for all we've been
given and is a reminder that nothing is constant. You could visit
fields, bake bread, make a corn dolly, offer thanks through a ritual.

On the Autumn Equinox, Fall begins. The harvest is completed, and
Nature, the God, and the Goddess, ready for their time of rest. This is
also a day of rest after our hard work. Try your hand at making wine,
take a walk in the woods, scatter offerings in harvested fields.
Decorate with acorns, pine cones, and vines.

Samhain, October 31, is the Pagan's New Year's Eve. The God is slain,
yet lives on inside the Goddess as her unborn son. Samhain is a time for
reflection, looking back over the past year, and coming to terms with
death. Practice a form of divination, honor your ancestors, roast nuts
and pop some popcorn. Decorate with hazelnuts, seeds, apples, and
pumpkins.

Also, certain foods and beverages are traditionally associated with the
Sabbats, so it's always fun and gives a feeling of connectedness to
partake in those. To practice rituals in a tight space like a bedroom,
move furniture out of the way and spice up the place with seasonal
decorations.



Invocation Of The Horned God


By the flame that burneth bright,
O Horned One!
We call thy name into the night,
O Ancient One!
Thee we invoke, by moon-led sea,
By the standing stone and the twisted tree.
Thee we invoke, where gather thine own,
By the nameless shrine forgotten and alone.
Come where the round of the dance is trod,
Horn and hoof of the goatfoot god!
By moonlit meadow on dusky hill,
When the haunted wood is hushed and still,
Come to the charm of the chanted prayer,
As the moon bewitches the midnight air.
Evoke thy powers, that potent bide
In shining stream and the secret tide,
In fiery flame by starlight pale,
In shadowy host that rides the gale,
And by the fern-brakes fairy haunted
Of forests wild and woods enchanted.
Come! O come!
To the heart-beat's drum!
Come to us who gather below
When the broad white moon is climbing slow
Through the stars to the heaven's height.
We hear thy hoofs on the wind of night!
As black tree-branches shake and sigh,
By joy and terror we know thee nigh.
We speak the spell thy power unlocks
At solstice, Sabbat, and equinox,
Word of virtue the veil to rend,
From primal dawn to the wide world's end,
Since time began--
The blessing of Pan!
Blessed be all in hearth and hold,
Blessed in all worth more than gold.
Blessed be in strength and love,
Blessed be wher'er we rove.
Vision fade not from our eyes
Of the pagan paradise
Past the gates of death and birth,
Our inheritance of the earth.
From our soul the song of spring
Fade not in our wandering.
Our life with all life is one,
By blackest night or noonday sun.
Eldest of gods, on thee we call,
Blessing be on thy creatures all."

Only ashes and bones remain
My hair is wet, my eyes are sore

The past has been fed to the flames
I cannot breathe any more

I try to stand on my feet, but I fall
I try to walk, but I crawl
Live as we knew it is over, and you are gone

Forever gone

I will not bend
To our cross
I will not kneel
At your feet

Greed and anger
Made us younger
Couldn't save us when the tower fell

All my strength and
All my hunger
All is lost and none will live to tell

In the ruins of days gone by
A young affection, a velvet sky
A slave to greed

I do not feel regret anymore
I sense a presence of birds
Encircling me
And I am gone

Forever gone

I will not bend
To our cross
I will not kneel
At your feet

Greed and anger
Made us younger
Couldn't save us when the tower fell

All my strength and
All my hunger
All is lost and none will live to tell

Do you study me?

Dark
In the night
Dead
In the moon

I will not kneel
I will not kneel

I Would rather die facing my doom

I will not kneel
I will not kneel

(PowerSlave)

Into the Abyss I'll fall - the eye of Horus
Into the eyes of the night - watching me go
Green is the cat's eye that glows -
in the Temple
Enter the risen Osiris - risen again.

Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave
I don't wanna die, I'm a God,
why can't I live on?
When the Live Giver dies,
all around is laid waste,
And in my last hour,
I'm a slave to the Power of Death.

When I was living this lie - Fear was my game
People would worship and fall -
drop to their knees.
So bring me the blood and red wine
for the one to succeed me,
For he is a man and a God -
and He will die too.

Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave
I don't wanna die, I'm a God,
why can't I live on?
When the Live Giver dies,
all around is laid waste,
And in my last hour,
I'm a slave to the Power of Death.

Now I am cold but a ghost lives in my veins,
Silent the terror that reigned -
marbled in stone.
Shell of man God preserved -
a thousand ages,
But open the gates of my Hell -
I will strike from my grave.

Tell me why I had to be a Powerslave
I don't wanna die, I'm a God,
why can't I live on?
When the Live Giver dies,
all around is laid waste,
And in my last hour,
I'm a slave to the Power of Death.
Slave to the Power of Death ...
Slave to the Power of Death ...


2. Rime Of The Ancient Mariner


Hear the rime of the Ancient Mariner
See his eye as he stops one of three
Mesmerises one of the wedding guests
Stay here and listen to the nightmares
of the sea.

And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and
the Mariner tells his tale.

Driven south to the land of the snow and ice
To a place where nobody's been
Through the snow fog flies on the albatross
Hailed in God's name,
hoping good luck it brings.

And the ship sails on, back to the North
Through the fog and ice and
the albatross follows on

The mariner kills the bird of good omen
His shipmates cry against what he's done
But when the fog clears, they justify him
And make themselves a part of the crime.

Sailing on and on and North across the sea
Sailing on and on and North 'till all is calm.

The albatross begins with its vengeance
A terrible curse a thirst has begun
His shipmates blame bad luck on the Mariner
About his neck, the dead bird is hung.

And the curse goes on and on at sea
And the thirst goes on and on for them and me.

"Day after day, day after day,
we stuck nor breath nor motion
As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and
all the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink."
(SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1798-1834)

There, calls the Mariner,
there comes a ship over the line
But how can she sail with no wind
in her sails and no tide.

See ... onward she comes
Onwards she nears, out of the sun
See ... she has no crew
She has no life, wait but there's two

Death and she life in Death,
they throw their dice for the crew
She wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now.
Then ... crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
She ... She, Life in Death.
She lets him live, her chosen one.

Narrative
"One after one by the star dogged moon,
too quick for groan or sigh
each turned his face with a ghastly pang,
and cursed me with his eye
four times fifty living men
(and I heard nor sigh nor groan),
with heavy thump, a lifeless lump,
they dropped down one by one."
(SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE (1798-1834)

The curse it lives on in their eyes
The Mariner he wished he'd die
Along with the sea creatures
But they lived on, so did he.

And by the light of moon
He prays for their beauty not doom
With heart he blesses them
God's creatures all of them too.

Then the spell starts to break
The albatross falls from his neck
Sinks down like lead into the sea
Then down in falls comes the rain.

Hear the groans od the long dead seamen
See them stir and they start to rise
Bodies lifted by good spirits
None of them speak
and they're lifeless in their eyes.

And revenge is still sought, penance starts again
Cast into a trance and the nightmare carries on.

Now the curse is finally lifted
And the Mariner sights his home
Spirits go from the long dead bodies
Form their own light and
the Mariner's left alone

And then a boat came sailing towards him
It was a joy he could not believe
The pilots boat, his son and the hermit
Penance of life will fall onto Him.

And the ship it sinks like lead into the sea
And the hermit shrieves the Mariner of his sins

The Mariner's bound to tell of his story
To tell his tale wherever he goes
To teach God's word by his own example
That we must love all things that God made.

And the wedding guest's a sad and wiser man
And the tale goes on and on and on


3. Two Minutes to Midnight

Kill for again or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
To Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season,
Blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.

The killer's breed or the Demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain
But don't you pray for my soul anymore.

2 minutes to midnight,
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes ot midnight,
To kill the unborn in the womb.

The blind men shout let the creatures out
We'll show the unbeliverers,
The Napalm screams of human flames
Of a prime time Belsen Feast ... YEAH!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat
and lick the gravy.
We oil the jaws of the war machine
and feed it with our babies.

*Chorus*
The body bags and little rags of children
torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain
to put the finger right on you
As the madmen play on words and make us all
dance to their song
To the tune of starving millions
to make better kind of gun.

*Chorus*
Midnight ... all night ...
(repeat)

have to laugh at that one dude.......

We all come from the Goddess
And to her we shall return
Like a drop of rain
Flowing to the ocean.

Isis, Astarte, Diana,
Hecate, Demeter,
Kali-
Inanna!
Isis, Astarte, Diana,
Hecate, Demeter,
Kali-
Inanna!

Moon, moon,
Mother moon,
Mother, mother,
Moo-oon!
Moon, moon,
Mother moon,
Mother, mother,
Moo-oon!

Wearing my longtail feathers
As I fly
I circle around,
I circle around
The boundaries of the Earth.

Hoof and horn, hoof and horn
All that die shall be reborn!
Corn and grain, corn and grain
All that fall shall rise again!

The-e earth!
The-e air!
The fire!
The wa-ater!

Earth I am! Air I am!
Fire, water, spirit I am!
Earth I am! Air I am!
Fire, water, spirit I am!

We all come from the Goddess
And to her we shall return
Like a drop of rain
Flowing to the ocean

Under the full moon light we dance,
Spirits dance, we dance,
Joining hands we dance,
Joining souls rejoice.

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If the people lived their lives
As if it were a song for singing out of light,
Providing the music for the stars
And dancing circles in the night.

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Be like a bird, who halting in her flight
On a branch too slight feels it give way beneath her
But sings, sings, knowing she has wings
But sings, sings, knowing she has wings!

*********************************

Let us join hands together friends,
Let us dance and sing,
That we may never know a winter
That cannot turn to spring.

We can rise with the fires of freedom,
Truth is a fire that burns our chains,
And we can stop the fires of destruction,
Healing is a fire running through our veins



Wearing my long wing feathers as I fly
Wearing my long wing feathers as I fly
I circle around, I circle around
The boundaries of the Earth.

bored just

MAN:

1. Women have faults. Men only have two:
everything they say and everything they do

2. Adam came first, but men always do.

3. God created Adam...Then She corrected her mistake.



Women:

1. A man without a woman is like a neck without pain.

2. A woman reading a "Playboy" feels like a jew reading a nazi manual.

3. You don't know a woman until you meet her in court.