“All around us desperation makes lost hands reach up
Toward blood-red skies of ghastly ruin.
Our goal commands us to new deeds,
Demands the harvest of our youth.
But we shall rest just for an hour.
Not one disgrace or agony have we forgotten,
Yet we kneel expectantly around this dream of God.
And we all turn into silent vessels.
Aglow with light…
Hands draw together. The silent brotherhood closes its circle,
each heart now shares the same emotion.
We shall not flee. We are building a new power.
The Magick will bind us like our blood united us.” – Songs of the Reich