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The chosen blossoms of the European land

The chosen creators who our civilization "expects"

Dreaming of the society of the strong warriors, philosophers and poets

Chosen of the land and blood

Innocent and merry creators

Aesthetic children of the sun

Who glory the Apollonian cosmic harmony

We reveal again the primitive myth

Regenerating the new poetic moment of our times

Guardians of a mystic, lost, forbidden knowledge

Fighting for the heathen Europe

We want to rewrite her history

To reveal the luminous truth

As heralds of the new storm

The last loyal

We dived in the mucky sources of the myth

And pumped the mystic speech of Pythia

Red is covering the poetic dimension of our lives

What is today praised,

Must be destroyed tomorrow

What is today hated

Must be worshipped tomorrow