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Wayward Children, Despicable Youths!

Wayward Children, Despicable Youths   by   Kristof von Kanwetzburg

Wayward children, despicable youths,

scared of your own shadows!

From your own reflections you flinch,

from every last bit of nostalgia you manage to escape

like smoke up the chimney,

afraid of getting burned by the red-hot embers of Truth below;

your souls are too vaporous,

too weak to handle the fire.

So you follow the easy trail of lies

to the beat of the drum and tambourine you march,

to inferior words written on palimpsest parchments,

to temporarily quench your thirst for a better memory,

a surrender to Tradition;

So you seek your “artifacts” your phony relics

scattered along the dis-orient cobblestone path of masonic deceit,

of “Egyptian” bunk and “Hindu” poppycock,

“Arab” humbug and “Chinese” junk –

Suez Canal Company flotsam and East India Company jetsam –

Illusions all, the umbilical cord of Zion,

intended to distract the Higher Man from the truth of his Polar origin,

to keep us from our origin, dignity…peace

Wayward children, despicable youths –

how easily you’re led astray.


Council for the New Moon

Council for the New Moon by Lothar Stengel von Rutkowski (from Songs Of The Reich – Chapter: The Reich In Ruins)

Warning! Warning!

Do not give your Spirit to

The People!

Do not put your heart nor body

In their hands!

People change;

The greatest love

Suddenly vanishes;

Friends reduced

To caricatures.

Children changed

Into strangers…


Hakenkreuz, Thou Sacred Cross

New poem by Kamerad Kristof von Kanwetzburg

Hakenkreuz, Thou Sacred Cross

 

Hakenkreuz, thou sacred cross,

tell us your origin;

precosmogonic egg,

or single bead of sweat from Wotan’s brow?

We know you represent All-Father,

Avatar and Führer, All in One –

as such, you revolve both ways,

propelled by the carefully placed force

of your holiest emanations,

the grand-runes:

Ar, Tyr, Odal, Sig (Ger)

– “Artyros,” the way of clockwise expansion –

Ger, Odal, Tyr, Ar

– “Gota,” the way of counterclockwise return –

In your midst, oh sacred Fylfot,

dwell your immediate offspring,

a Husband and Wife,

Total Man and Total Woman;

there they sit, in the Polar center,

the double Hagal rune, entwined,

eternally fixed,

as the rocks of the Externsteine,

presiding in majesty like Poseidon on his throne;

resplendently defiant like sacred Helgoland,

jutting out of the deep… there they sit:

Rasse und Vaterrecht

(Anima et Animus),

jealously guarding their four children

Ar, Tyr, Odal, SigGer (Reggis)

and their twelve grandchildren:

Idee, Träger, Verbreiter (born of Ar-Kultur);

Volk, Führer, Staat (sired by Tyr-ein);

Blut, Boden, Erbe (the fruit of Odal’s loins);

Nicht-Wucher, Arbeit, Sozialismus (SigGer’s pride and joy).

Intently the All-Father watches the dance of his Blood,

from within the darkest depths of the Invisible Light,

to the luciferous clarity of its casting shadow,

from below and beyond;

the Black Sun binding all in super Ehrean Communion,

Invisible, Holy, visible, unholy…

We, the Elite, biding our time,

waiting our turn in unison,

for the days of Final Victory,

striving only to make Our Father proud.


Songs Of The Reich

Songs Of The Reich (2nd edition) is now available, for purchase inquires please email – hermitage75@yahoo.com.au

“A pure force of silent poetical Magic and Eternal knowing from the Third Reich to the present day, appearing like a thin golden cord, stretching out over the degenerating maelstrom of this world.”

“The new Book of Psalms for the 21st Century.”

 

You image of Night, with its unutterable grief

Stretched like a shadow over the entire world,

You sign of suffering, burned as a blood stain,

On the brow of everything that will become.”

– Gerhard Schumann


The Cloistered Ones

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We greet you from deep silence,

Which is like a pond full of water lilies,

Hushed is the nightingale and the frog and the cricket,

Where all move as Spirits, weightless.

And there is a gliding of white lights,

When we fly through the fog in the nights.

We see you with vitreous faces

lying like the dead in your beds.

We greet you. In forgotten life

Where day calls you back, again like new.

without memory, without remorse.

Eberhard Wolfgang Moller, translated into English by Hermitage Helm and published in Songs Of The Reich.


Siegfried’s Death by Kurt Eggers

Siegfrieds Death

by Kurt Eggers

Horned man,

Who once defeated the Dragon,

Whose helm

Of Victory wore light frost:

Horned man,

Your armour

Had a breach

Into which the enemy’s

Throwing Spear penetrated.

Horned man:

Your fate is command:

Folk become whole!

Folk become German!

Then the enemies’

Murder plan fails!

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Rise My Sons

Rise My Sons

By Robert J. Matthews

 

Sons of Odin, Sons of Thor,

Kings of the cold sea;

O gods, we go to do you honor.

Who can stand against us?

See us, we go feed the Ravens

With your enemies

And to make the wound-dew

Run red upon the grass.

Men of the mountains, go forth!

Carry the title of liberty high;

Meet the enemy with righteous might

And with fury, drive him into the sea.

Fight my sons!

Fight for the green graves of your Sires.

Be you a shield and protect the blood kindred

People of your soil;

Reclaim our sacred ground for Aryan man and Aryan woman.

Let the seas run red with the blood

Of the fleeting alien hordes;

Go forth, my sons and carry the banner

Of your people high!

In the midst of battle I will be at your side;

Victory will be Ours!

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