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EVROPA MAGNA ET SUPERIOR
We must raise the Citadel of Light, reason and race from the swamp of
degeneracy and decadence.
We must resurrect the eternal glory of European nobility in the guise of
snappy uniforms (both resembling past styles but also incorporating
futurist elements), worn by blonde beasts with such grace that their
goosestepping splendor will make not just the earth but also men's
hearts tremble.
We must built ships that will not traverse the Seven Seas but the Milky
Way and the stars beyond, ships with no sails but engines powered by
fuel, sweat and the creative cunning of the race that gave the world
everything and will give the universe more than even God ever dreamt of.
Modern space Cossacks with tsarist-style uniforms, double-headed eagle
on their helmets, the North Star on their laser weapons, aimed at those
filthy pests that dare to invade the realm of the eternal emperor, the
archetype of the race, eternal and always blindingly beautiful, his
image adorning craters from Mars to Venus.
The talons of the eagle grasp tight the fate that is the destination of
the Aryan armada, set out to circumnavigate the universe and jump
dimensions to alter the face of reality, to bend the laws of Newton to
its indomitable will, colonizing not just red rocks but also its own
existence with an immortal halo that will not rival but surpass the one
imposed on us by a religion weak-kneed and servile. To surpass and then
to dominate the minds of men is the key to the eternal glory of the Four
Horsemen of the Apocalypse and Rebirth. Their names are Blood, Honor,
Genetics and Technocracy. All for the benefit of the White man's comfort
and lust, distributing its advantages generously among a public elevated
to the status of collective godhood. Odin's eye replaced with a laser
beam cutting through the shield of ignorance with bliss and
determination.
Tanks trump trinkets and armies of doom will crush and create, a new
world on the ruins of the old, a new city on the ashes of the old, a
megalopolis for a village!, a spaceport for a museum!, the will to burst
forth from a cocoon that has been enwrapping the minds of mice for men
is the prerequisite that has been predicted by men of valor and insight,
such as the world has witnessed the fury of the ancients before, so it
shall witness the fury of the future! The future angry hot and decidedly
damning all to the pitiless pit that deserve no anger or spite but only
neglect and forgetfulness. Forgotten the treachery and deceit, the lies
and the hypocrisy, not worth to shed a tear over a glimpse of a vision
that was never meant to be, a drop on a hot rock, now the time has come
to grab a bull by his balls, to feel the strength of pure rage flow
within the veins of mercenaries paid in blood and sacrifice, mercenaries
ready to do the deed long overdue!
A deed not dirty but pure, purified the souls and minds of men that
massacred other men, the graves filled to the brim with the bleached
bones of orcs and their minions, the lance of the legionaries pointing
towards the far sun on the horizon, a sun that shall guide as once
Mercury led travellers to their destinations safely and soundly, a sun
that shall shine not only brightly on the firmament of the cosmos and
the seat of the gods, but also a transcending vision from within, black
as the darkest night but dazzling as the brightest day: from night comes
day, night to day, and dark to light, the BLACK SUN enclosed within the
heart of the emperor, and the emperor is US, and WE are the emperor.
GLORIA MUNDI!
The Sun King and the Moon Queen married among pomp and much splendor.
The Moon Queen gave birth to a son, and the son was named DAWN. And DAWN
rose above all other men. DAWN become king in his father's place, and
DAWN illuminated the dark and damp streets behind hovels and brothels.
DAWN enacted laws that permitted no one to receive that did not give.
And the people loved DAWN like they never loved a king before. Because
they saw in DAWN themselves, elevated above petty existence to a plane
previously unheard of: a plane hitherto only imagined in legends and
myths. Because DAWN was the slayer of dragons and ogres that was, is and
always will be. DAWN has many names, and many ages worshipped DAWN. DAWN
always becomes king when DUSK is slain and NIGHT defeated. Both the
children of the setting sun and the daughters of darkness flee in terror
under the wrathful eyes of DAWN!
And the horses neighed and the people clapped and cheered and were
jubilant for the Lord has risen and the lord demandeth but also giveth,
and the offerings to the Lord were plentiful and the Lord's deeds were
recorded for they were the deeds not of mortal men but the deeds of the
true one that assembles the masses and melts them down and reforges them
on the Anvil of Will until they become hard and ready and willing to
slip into the adamantine-plated suits and the nuclear-powered vehicles
that will carry them across the mountains into the valley to face their
mortal enemy, and shots are fired and targets are aimed at, explosions
heard for miles all around, blood spilt, both righteous and vile, and
corpses scattered all around the valley, and the adamantine-plated
suit-wearing army of vengeance will realize that their objective has
been achieved: the purification of the vile valley for the benefit and
glory of the true Lord.
- Constantin von Hoffmeister
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