Budstikken

“Let the arrow travel from god to god, 
all over the wide world. 
Let the arrow be sent from house to house, 
to our entire spirit kin. 

To every child of divine kin. 
To every spirit man. 
Axetime is here, and arrowtime. 
Speartime is here, and swordtime. 

Pick up your mail, and helmet. 
Pick up your shield, and sword. 

The gods of the past rise, 
from the memory of the divine blood. 
Undefiled. Unpolluted. 
The red gold of the spirit garden. They are still here! 

Hear the horn of sound calling, 
to every spirit man. 
Hear the wind howling; 
spirits from the land of the past. 

Good spirits from the deep of the mind, 
never reached by the desert god, 
from the old source of the forefatherland, 
from the old well of esteem. 

Beautiful choosers of the fallen. Forward for king and forefatherland. 
True lone warriors. Gather to fight in the spirit land. 
The entire king’s guard. Forward for our blood and all our soil. 
Army forward! Army march! 

Let the arrow travel from god to god, 
all over the wide world. 
Let the arrow be sent from house to house, 
to our entire beautiful kin. 

The gods of the past rise, 
from the memory of the divine blood. 
Undefiled. Unpolluted. 
The red gold of the spirit garden. We are still here! 

Good spirits from the deep of the mind, 
never reached by the desert god, 
from the old source of the forefatherland, 
from the old well of esteem. 

Slay the cowardly enemy crowd; 
the hungry and chanting rabble, 
sorceresses and breakers of oaths. 
Let their blood fertilize our soil”.

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God Above God

“Why should I become the dark queen
And how shall I become this black thing
My holy blood turned to bitterness
Before the first oceans…or the mountains were born
I stood beside you with wisdom adorned
Our sacred vows made earth’s kingdom rise…

I am the trees woven in through the sky
I am the law of the love that can’t die
Caressed by the clouds I walk with wind and stars

I ordered the paths of the black sun and moon
But now I am vanquished oh…raped, ravaged and ruined
Wild and untamed I roamed the earth free
Your Virgin Mary is only a shadow of me

Is this your will…oh…my violation?
Nature betrayed love’s immolation

God above God, release me from this fate
God above God release me from all this rage
Or my sword shall drink much blood in the heavens
Your angels will know the rage of creation
Why should I become this?
How shall I ever become clean?
Oh become clean again? Never…oh you’re murdering me…

Now nothing remains of my works but burnt stone
My voice is stilled…division is sown
What once was self is now enemy
Rape, force and violence are your new Trinity

Is this your will divine emanation?
Nature betrayed love’s immolation…annihilation…

God above God, release me from this fate
God above God release me from all this rage
Or my sword shall drink much blood in the heavens
Your angels will know the rage of creation
Why should I become this?
How shall I ever become clean?
Oh become clean…you have murdered me…why do you hate me?
For all of your passion, all your fate
you come to death knowing one massive hate”.

Related post: I Will Come For You

Valen

“Come death, dear death;
give me the answer to all riddles,
give me key and wand,
untie the knots of the world.

Why in death, my friend, and only in death?
Why do you dive into the river of forgetfulness?
Why in darkness, my friend, and only in darkness,
do you seek the friendly warmth of the light?

Let me open the closed room,
let me carve the hidden runes,
let me throw my spear,
into the malevolent chanter’s cold heart.

Why in death, my friend, and only in death?
Why do you dive into the river of forgetfulness?
Why in darkness, my friend, and only in darkness,
do you seek the friendly warmth of the light?

Death was here first.
Forgetfulness will always win.
Darkness gave birth to light.
What else do you want to know?

Death, dear death! Death, my death!
Forgetfulness has taken me.
Darkness surrounds me forever.
What else can I know?
Come death, dear death;
give me the answer to all riddles,
give me key and wand,
unlock the world’s locked doors.

Death was here first.
Forgetfulness will always win.
Darkness gave birth to light.
What else do you want to know?

Death, dear death! Death, my death!
Forgetfulness has taken me.
Darkness surrounds me forever.
What else can I know?”.

I Will Come For You

“Under tortured skies from a land with no sun 
I will come for you
From seven points of darkness
Beyond the mountains and the ruins 
I will come for you 
Across the fields of rage and yearning 
With power in my hand 
I will return, I will return 

Once we had beauty our sun blazed in passion 
We lived alive 
Far from the reaching of closed minded preaching
We lived and died 

Now all in darkness we wait for the end, 
Hunted by men of the cloth 
Murder and torture, they rape and they slaughter 
Claiming the way of the cross 

Cast out from Eden baptized into treason 
With sightless eyes 
Lost clouds of reason, false hope burning season 
A godless lie 

Whose god is stronger, who’s made by its hand 
Primitive blood stains the sand 
Murder and torture they’re raping your daughter 
Drunk with the blood of the lamb 

Fair child of the desolation cry to me, 
Under stars that have died 
Under skies of pain we are born 
Yea we are born, forever we’ll be 
Oh my love I’ll defy death and meet on holy ground 

Under tortured skies from a land with no sun 
I will come for you
From seven points of darkness
Beyond the mountains and the ruins 
I will come for you 
Across the fields of rage and yearning 
With power in my hand 
I will return, I will return

Now like the sun, like the wind and the rain 
I’ll return like a storm, I will rise once again
Like the right hand of God I will strike from above 

Across the oceans of time I am called by your voice
I’ll return, I will return!!!”.

Thou Mayst In Mee Behold

“Scriptured in the features of your face, and in the hues of delicate
Which painteth thee with the colour of antique gold
Throughout dim and narrow lanes, aery surges of cold
Bring to mee my ancestor’s voice, whispering mysterious words

Tears of white wax many candles shed in solemn quiet
As I admire the romanic stone glowing like ardent embers
Beautiful stained-glass windows represent legends of yore
Thruh the rosette I behold the crescent moon in the enchanting violet of dusk

Shall I question the ancestral stars
And the earthly spirit of the mounts
Thruh the forest and its tangled boughs
Hear the distant echoes of the past…”.

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Mountains

“So tall, silent against the sky
Up through the clouds, where eagles fly
Wind and rain beat down on one so strong
They cut but never change, what stood so long

Tall as a mountain, I’m gonna tear through the sky
Life’s for the taking
Like a man is a mountainside
Greatness waits for those who try
None can teach you, it’s all inside
Just climb

I’m in the ground, I’m in the air, I’m all
I live in the hearts of all men
I’m the call to greatness
Not all can hear
I awaken the creator, in those who dare
And the day will come, when we all must die
And enter the mountainside

Tall as a mountain, I’m gonna tear through the sky
Life’s for the taking
Like a man is a mountainside
Greatness waits for those who try
None can teach you, it’s all inside
Just climb

I have no fear
Death and glory
Both draw near
Like a man is a mountainside
Greatness waits for those who try
None can teach you, it’s all inside
Just climb”.

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Father

“When I was small
You took me by the hand
Father you should know
I finally understand

You taught me wrong from right
And how to live
You gave the greatest gift
That one could give

You never let me down
You made me strong
When I made mistakes
When I was wrong

Some days we’d laugh
And some days we’d fight
Somehow you knew one day
I’d say you were right

You’re with me
In every word I say
In every hour
Of every single day
In all I do
I’m just a part of you

You lived your life for us
That was your plan
Those hands that never take
They worked the land
Hands that never take
Can only give
And because of you
I know how to live

You’re with me
In every word I say
In every hour
Of every single day
In all I do
I’m just a part of you

Father just one thing
You always knew
Every word you said to me was true”.

Myth, Philosophy, Paganism

I reblog this excellent post written by Auslandsgruppenleiter: highly recommended.

Philosophein

The mythic perspective

Reality first revealed itself to man through symbols. Since reality is not experienced ecstatically, but dynamically, the symbols came accompanied with narratives, the myths. The mythic-symbolic language of our distant ancestors expressed and codified the primordial perspective of a life within nature’s circle.

As the millennia passed, however, dramatic changes occurred in the way mankind lived, changes that increasingly alienated man from nature and its circle Eternity, originally grasped and experienced with every cognitive process, became more and more an abstract, metaphysical concept. The emergence of agriculture and the pursuit of a sedentary life meant a particularly relevant step away from nature. From that point on the relationship with the symbols and myths (through which man was able to communicate and dialogue with nature, by experimenting with what we would call magic and sorcery) changed, leading up to the eventual emergence of systematized state religions established upon…

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The Etruscan Prophecy and Angels of Mire

“Walking in the night
across the silent oak forest
we are crying for your life man
I feel their presence all around me
in the odour of earth
we are living and we will return
when the oppressor’s hand is over your heads

Waiting for his axe blows
to feel our last trees
we don’t want him to destroy our sons
he will pay for all the evil done to the world

Look at the sky it’s grey
no flying birds move the air
no sun ray warms your skin
no moon for dreaming, loving
and death kills life
day after day
and your eyes are tired
of seeing mistakes everywhere
and to be fooled by continuous lies

The first clods now start to move
the first fists are free from earth
and rage and war cries fill the air
rage to revenge their ancient world
cries to destroy who all destroyed
and armed fists to crush his head

Everywhere you feel their steps
you feel their breath
as a wolf looking for his prey
they chase him
and the night will be so long
and the night will be so strong
until the last verdict be given

And the sky is blue again
and the birds are flying free
and the sun rays warm your skin
on the last page
first love words will move the air
the first dream will come true till the end of time”.

“The idol eyes of stone
you see are cold and old
have no expression no
don’t scare anyone
now the wood of the cross is splintering
in this time old man’s mind don’t teach anymore
the child disowns his blood
this wind is corroding even the hardest rock
and it will sweep the sand away

The mire of the bog is sticking on your tired arms
the putrid air doesn’t let your breath is deep
your eyes see far
remains of life ill and feeble
skeletons of trees are keepers of nothing
remains of nature that’s already dead

The night of thoughts will be so long
will be so dark
don’t try to find in the air the flight of doves or vultures
set your teeth and go on! go! go! don’t yield to fate
bite your lips and stand up don’t stop don’t surrender
you too
not now that you feel you are so near
so near the light of life

You know the way will be so difficult to find
every temptation to turn back so difficult to beat
don’t get it wrong
you can’t lose yourself
you are the fire against the ice
you are the day against the night

Somewhere someone is feeling your deeper thoughts
your bodies are vibrating
a thousand souls are one soul
angels of mire try to clean your wings
you, angels of mire try at least once to fly
and forever that wind will be ruled by you”.

Lost Wisdom

The only video interview at our disposal – with English subtitles – where Julius Evola, for about an hour, discusses a wide range of subjects from him already deepened in his most important books. A precious and valid record that I wish to share with my readers:

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