Rahowa - Might Is Right lyrics

Might was right when Caesar bled Upon the stones of Rome Might was right when Genghis led His hordes over Danube's foam And might was right when German troops Poured down through Paris way It's the gospel of the ancient world And the logic of today Behind all kings and presidents - All government and law Are army-corps and cannoneers - To hold the world in awe And sword-strong races own the earth And ride the conqueror's car - And liberty has never been won Except by deeds of war What are the lords of hoarded gold - The silent Semite rings? What are the plunder-patriots - High-pontiffs, priests and kings? What are they but bold master-minds Best fitted for the fray who comprehend And vanquish by - the logic of today Cain's knotted club is scepter still - The "right of man" is fraud: Christ's ethics are for creeping things - True manhood smiles at "god" For might is right when empires sink In storms of steel and flame; And it is right when weakling breeds - Are hunted down like game Then what's the use of dreaming dreams - That "each shall get his own"? By forceless votes of meek-eyed thralls Who blindly sweat and moan? no! A curse is on their cankered brains - Their very bones decay Trace your fate in the iron game It's the logic of today The strong must ever rule the weak Is grim primordial law - On earth's broad racial threshing floor The meek are beaten straw - Then ride to power o'er foemen's necks Let nothing bar your way: If you are fit you'll rule and reign Is the logic of today You must prove you're right by deeds of might - Of splendor and reknown If need be, march through flames of hell To dash opponents down - if need be Die on scaffold high - In the morning's misty grey: For "liberty or d**h" is still the logic of today Might was right when Gideon led The "chosen" tribes of old And it was right when Titus burnt Their temple roofed with gold: And might was right from Bunker's hill To far Manilla bay By land and flood it's wrote in blood - The gospel of today "Put not your trust in princes" Is a saying old and true "Put not your hope in governments" Rranslateth it anew All "books of law" and "golden rules" Are fashioned to betray: "The survival of the strongest" Is the gospel of today Might was right when Carthage flames Lit up the punic foam - And when the naked steel of Gaul Weighed down the spoil of Rome; And might was right when Richmond fell - And at Thermopylae - It's the logic of the ancient world - And the gospel of today Where pendant suns in millions swing Around this whirling earth It's might, it's force that holds the brakes And steers through d**h and birth: Force governs all organic life Inspires all right and wrong It's nature's plan to weed-out man And test who are the strong