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