I believe there
is no god and no afterlife, but if there is indeed a god, then I think he/she
does not deserve worship, specially if this cosmic superbeing has all the
attributes some religions believe he/she has. If god knows all past, present and future, god could foresee what human
being would do in this fucked up world and he could spare us the suffering by not creating us, but what does he/she
did?...he created us anyway...how the fuck do you rationalize that into thinking
that god is good?...
Those
questions are brought up in a speech between the devil and his son in one of my
favourite movies "The Devil´s Advocate". Panzerchrist, an outstanding danish death metal
band, deals with a topic of pure human depravity and greed: war. In their
completely perfect album "Soul Collector", they included part of the speech at the end
of the song "Panzergrenaider", a song that I want to share with you all...
Download Panzerchrist discography here
Song: "Panzergrenaider" from "Soul Collector"
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Original german lyrics
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English translation
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Zehn Tage
schon in tobender Schlacht,
Und zum Rasten blieb keine Zeit.
Wir gehn nach vorn
Wir gehn sterben
Bis die letzte Festung fällt
Mit den Panzerkameraden treu vereint,
Jagen wir rastlos den Feind.
Mit den Panzerkameraden treu vereint,
Jagen wir rastlos den Feind.
Treu sein, mein Madel, denn das merke dir,
Einmal kehren wir heim
Denke an deinen Panzergrenadier,
Denn du darfst ja stolz auf ihn sein.
Und läßt uns im Stich
Einst das treulose Glück,
Und kehren wir nicht mehr
Zur Heimat zurück,
Trifft uns die Todeskugel,
Ruft uns das Schicksal ab,
Dann ist unser Panzer
Ein ehernes Grab.
Zehn tage schon
In tobender Schlacht
Zum austreten gehn keine zeit
Wir gehn nach vorn, wir gehn sterben
Bis die letzte festung fällt
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Ten days
already in blustering battle
And to rest we have no time.
We go forward
We go to die
Until the last stronghold falls
With the tanks loyal comrades united
We are restless hunting the enemy
With the tanks loyal comrades united
We are restless hunting the enemy
Be loyal, my Madel, because remember,
Once we return home
Think of your armoured infantryman,
Because you may be so proud of him.
And once the disloyal luck
Let us abandon
And we no longer return
Back home,
If the death sphere meets us,
If the destiny calls us away,
Then is our tank
A brazenly grave.
Ten days already
In blustering battle
To escape we have no time
We go forward, we go to die
Until the last stronghold falls
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Who are
you carrying all those bricks for anyways?
God? Is
that it...God?
Well I
tell you, let me give you a little inside information about God.
God likes
to watch...
He's a
prankster. Think about it.
He gives
man...instincts!
He gives
you this extraordinary gift
And then
what does he do?,
I swear
for his own amusement, his own private, cosmic, gag reel!
He sets
the rules in opposition.
It's the
goof of all time.
Look, but
don't touch...
Touch,
but don't taste...
Taste,
don't swallow. HAHA!
And while
you're jumping from one foot to the next, what is he doing???
He's
laughing his sick fucking ass off!
He's a
tight ass, he's a sadist!!!
He's an
absentee landlord!
Worship
that?...NEVER!!.
It is
better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven...Is that it?
Why not?
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