Sacrament (Blood Religion Part I) Lyrics

Today we have no great warlords as we are not yet ourselves. The dawning Great War has not yet brought them forth because no one has yet attained the inner realization that he fought and died for a new myth. Today millions ponder before the grave of the unknown soldier. The eyes of all nations gaze upon grim tombs of war.

Soon we will realize that these countless men of the white race are martyrs. All of them being both sacrificial victims of a collapsed age and heralds of a new one. The dead of today are the living links between millions of individuals, for they are the founders of the folkish myth. They are the most sublime witnesses to the eternity of race and folk. Once this is realized the warriors of the Great War will be born. Also, a new culture and a new art will one day be able to develop from this myth.

Today this inner voice demands fulfillment of the myth of ancestry and soul. Conquest of mind – race and ego. Triumph of will – blood and honour! These virtues must reign alone and uncompromisingly – They must carry and determine the whole of life. The myth of Europa demands that these dead heroes have not fallen in vain. It is no longer detracted by peripheral values alongside it. The personalities must close around the centre of the folk and race soul. It demands a worldwide revolution.