Dionysian Nation
In our sun-drenched land of the South we be working this shit out,
Becoming the best and our test is without doubt
Near the top of the West, we embarrass the rest-
We’re in ascent, and Dionysus is impressed.
Passionate, yeah that’s what I am,
And critical though is what we need on the program
So show them it’s the place we’re awaitin’,
And we’re gonna make it happen- Dionysian nation!
Impious brings a transposition-
Between valley and mountain with these rhymes I have written
Fresh style in the way that I spit,
The old ideals need tearing apart and I’m born to rip.
So open your ears up and listen,
These words are ripe so you don’t want to miss them,
Written with blood bled in awareness and schiz,
Mapping out this archetype that’s arisen.
Below the Ubermensch stands the Warrior, Blond Beast at heart,
Unmoderated noblesse be his instinctual art.
Whilst the spectre of the Last Man haunts us,
A fragment of the future that tortures and taunts us;
Mediocre and modern but thinkin’ he knows best,
He’s loathsome, and he fails the test.
The Good and the Just are the last
Below all else in the chandala class,
Stripped of the power they’ve enjoyed thus far,
They’re sick to the core and their time must pass.
So crank the volume if this song is your word
And get down to the sound of the Australian herd.
Dionysian destruction is the first task,
Then we create in grand style from the first to the last.
And when it’s time for us to depart,
We’ll go out blessing the world and laughing the last laugh.
The cream of the Eternal Return is where you’ll find us,
And we hope that one day you’ll be right there beside us-
Everything recurs including that which denies us
As we drift through the archetypes that define us.
And to believers thinkin’ we’re your Messiah,
Best seek yourselves and we’ll return when you deny us.
The decadent man is our pariah,
And we’ll attack his idols ’til the day that we die.
’Cos we agree with Zarathustra and got eyes for a bright future,
And if you don’t then you’d better get used to
Bridges like this ’cos the Ubermensch is coming to you.
…Yeah, that’s right
And to those of you who don’t respect this,
Kiss my aegis and try reversing perspectives-
Respect this, and we won’t pass you by
Like we do with those who repose on the lie.