RECITALS TO RENEWAL





RECITALS TO RENEWAL

BY NICK NEDZYNSKI

(HERE FOLLOW ALL THE LYRICS FROM RECITALS TO RENEWAL, SAVE FOR THOSE TO THE RETREAT INTO THE FOREST, WHICH WERE PENNED BY ERNST JÜNGER. THOSE SONGS THAT EMPLOY SAMPLES AS THEIR MAIN NARRATIVE ELEMENT HAVE LIKEWISE BEEN OMITTED.)


PROLOGUE: HOPE AND DESPAIR

Offer love,
Receive hate.

Pledge the truth,
Receive lies.

Pray for peace,
Receive war.

Yearn for life,
Receive death.

Divine equilibrium:
This is the law.

Through hope and despair,
The balance will rule.


SUN SPIRITS

Multitudes mass at the edge of the world.
The final trumpet sounds.
Armies advancing with blood-flags unfurled.
Their doleful drummers pound.
A Ragnarök arrived at last,
Battle-lines are drawn.
Souls are weighed, the die is cast
For living, dead, unborn.

Cutting steel rends the night:
Shields shattered by swords.
Heroes and villains and innocents fight:
Martyrs to a worthless cause.
The holy spear cries for blood,
And feeds on weeping wounds,
As carried by this crimson flood;
A species damned and doomed.

Sinking deeper in the mire,
Whilst serpent sea-waves crash.
We shall build a new empire
At the head of the Holy Ash.
These heights to which our hearts aspire;
The war has been won.
In our torches burn sacred fires,
As our spirits swallow the sun.

Our spirits swallow the sun... .


HEIMAT

Wandering the cloisters in the temples of light.
Striding through forests in the stillness of night.
In rapturous prayer at the altar of being,
Beneath the sight of the holy All-Seeing.
An epiphany revealed at the heart of the earth,
Of soil, of soul, of death and rebirth.

Sacred symbols aflame, blazing in silence;
Of order and chaos, of peace and of violence.
A sun-wheel shimmering, shining and turning.
Torches of victory, glowing and burning.
At the summit stands Sigel, the triumph of life:
Shield of the sky, and destroyer of ice.

On these spiralling pathways, which wind through infinity,
Stand drummers of destiny, heralds of divinity.
Above ancient oaks and sacrosanct stones,
Eagles soar, swooping, to seek the unknown.
Odal is carved upon every chromosome:
History, heritage, hawthorn and home.


WINGS OF SURVIVAL

We advance into a stillborn age:
A time of ignorance, pointless rage.
Wandering, and without sight,
Into the arms of endless night.

This world holds manifold mysteries:
The broken carcass of history,
The ecstatic warmth of ageless love,
Mixed with the wine of our blossoming blood.

With gleaming eyes, we embrace the knife,
Whilst we claw at the straws of life.
With grinning teeth, we wait for death,
To be given life with our last breath.

We fling ourselves into the flames
Of dead gods with a thousand names.
A creeping cancer heightens the pain,
Whilst awareness aids our gain.

Touch the angel's pallid face.
Glide into the spitting sun.
Reach for the silken stars.
Obliterate all the scars.

Yearn for the impossible.
Have faith in the improbable.
Fly on wings of survival
Towards life's revival.


BEAUTY'S DECAY

These hands
That seem created for caresses
Only desecrate,
Debase and defile.
They crush the blossom;
Beauty besmirched
As always,
In slow disintegration.
Yet the clear, calm
mirror of the soul
Lies shattered
By this splendour;
This obsession,
This obfuscation,
This paradigm,
This purity.
The rose blossoms
In the heat of lust,
Before being severed
By shining steel:
Severed
In full bloom.
This peerless perfection,
Forever unobtainable.
Stunned and star-kissed,
We still set sail
On the night sea of eternity.
An ocean of soft white skin
Ripped asunder,
Parted by molten passion -
A sacrifice of consciousness.
Rivulets of red
On altars of alabaster;
Our hearts lie stolen,
Our souls possessed
With voluptuous visions,
By the factorisation of flesh.
Final and finite,
Inevitable and tragic.
Bleeding.
Even the angels must decay.


BROTHERS

Immovable
Amongst the wild currents of time we stand.
We are brothers;
Our flesh and soul at one with the land.
Rough honour:
Our covenant in this country of dreams.
Sucking time dry,
We wait, and watch our futures gleam.

Source of plenty:
The melody that lives in song and in hymn.
The centuries
Fuse before us in a single span.
Final mysteries
Lie before us, hidden in the dust.
In adversity
We become more ourselves, just as we must.

And, if we fall with the free men,
We fall into each other's arms.
We will retain our liberty,
And pass through into portals of victory.

Here on our marble cliffs,
No danger will disturb our gifts.
High on our marble cliffs,
No ranger will usurp our gifts.

Here, from our marble cliffs,
We survey all of nature's gifts.
High on our marble cliffs,
We receive all of nature's gifts.

We are brothers… .


COMMONWEALTH

The battle for the soul is joined;
Free spirits wake once more.
Forged in steel, in blood and fire,
Pure will burns at their core.
The call of youth upon their lips,
Enlightenment and faith.
A nameless, timeless comradeship
Bound by love and fate.

To heed the future and the past,
And recognise their worth;
Weather the maelström, and stand fast:
Redemption through rebirth.
Resuscitate with reverence
The memories of the dead.
With iron eyes of severance,
Excise that to be shed.

Eternal values, gleaming gold,
And piercing through all time.
Equilibrium to behold:
Through Heimdall's heights we climb.
Loyalty to life and self,
Heroic and heartfelt:
An eternal, spiritual commonwealth;
Into time's tides we melt… .


FERAL EYES

Blood-red moon,
Black sun,
Silver stars:
They run
Through the fields
And across the landing-grounds.
History yields
A future yet unfound.

With burning minds, we turn to face…

Blood-red rage,
Black death,
Silver slaughter:
Their last breath.
In the fields
And on the landing-grounds,
Their fate is sealed,
In crimson waves they drown.

With blazing hearts, we turn to face…

Feral eyes shining,
Feral eyes gleaming,
Feral eyes smiling,
Feral eyes streaming.

Fallen moon,
Dead sun,
Extinguished stars:
They run.
Blood-red moon,
Black sun,
Silver stars:
We run
Through time itself
And across the sea of night.
Our future wealth:
The victory of light.

With glinting souls, we turn to face…

Feral eyes shining,
Feral eyes gleaming,
Feral eyes smiling,
Feral eyes streaming.

The hidden sun
Bathes us in light:
The secret heart,
The black sun of night.
Urging us onwards,
A fanfare sublime,
Through millennial currents
And rivers of time.

We navigate torrents,
Waves rushing and red,
To join the ranks
Of the living and dead.
Divine equilibrium
Lends us primæval power.
Sound the advance:
This is our hour!


PARHELIA AT THE PRECIPICE

Coiled in pools of serpent tears,
Hiding from our darkest fears;
From foes who charm with wisdom's words,
Yet veil verity unheard.
We sip the poison of their promise,
As they push us to the precipice.

Nailed to this cruciform tree,
Wracked by pain and misery;
Tormented by the deeds of men,
Starved by their stagnant regimen.
They swig the blood of mother earth,
As we pray in vain for worth's rebirth.

Broken free of brutal bonds;
Facing up to fears beyond.
Destroying doyens of despair;
Victorious, in a solar glare.
We are parhelia, burning bright,
In the crown of our Goddess; Night.


















































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