White Reconquista under the Black Sun

White Reconquista under the Black Sun

So happened that we live at the turn of eras. On the fiery age when collapsing old powers, the political nations and stereotypes of the past few centuries ... To replace the obsolete come the phenomena and ideas that at its core, is much older, and therefore cleaner, more important and more primary than the many symbols of the passing epoch. In the hour of trial, in noble hearts always awakens belief in yourself.

Together with this faith, awaken the eternal pre-images-archetypes that slumbered in the blood of every worthy son of Europe ... the Ever Black Sun rotates! Circles of Times follow each other! Knowingly philosophers called our times the "New Middle Ages".

Ancient Kiev this winter, waking from sleep, saw again the forgotten steel chain mail, he heard the crashing the boards and roar of angry catapults. The idea of nations and race refreshed and has increased by the blood of the heroes, becoming the mightiest of all the ideas of modernity. Since then, we have changed the ancient steel to a new deadly armor, but the spirit of European chivalry will not quit. He just broke brighter in our hearts.

We remember how our forefathers came from the north in ancient dark ages, we remember how our ancestors watered the blood of enemies growing borders of once before glorious European states, we remember the youth of our grandfathers and great-grandfathers, who rebelled against the abomination of communism in young and tragic XX century.

We are forever young and we are infinitely old. We - the future, and we also came from ancient eras.

Part of the heroic saga of the brilliant Middle Ages was the Reconquista. So-called Great War of the Europeans with the Arabs, which was waged for seven hundred years. Having suffered to 714 year series of crushing defeats from Muslim hordes that flooded into Europe from North Africa and came right up to the center of France, breaking the bitterness of defeat and shame of conquest, in a seemingly hopeless situation, the descendants of Germans-Visigoths, Vandals and the Ibero-Romans found the strength to believe in themselves again, and took up the sword, throughout seven centuries blood poured in Spain to reset the last state of the Moors - Granada emirate to the fathomless depths of the Mediterranean Sea in 1492

To the south of Granada has a mountain pass called Suspiro del Moro (ie, "Sigh of the Moor"), where, according to legend, the last Arab ruler of Spain, Emir Boabdil one last look at Granada and, sighing, crying inconsolably. According to legend, his mother then said bitterly, "which failed to protect Granada as a man, mourns her as a woman."

As ancient Knights of Europe, at the night of despair, at the hour of despair, when it seemed that all was lost, we picked up the ancient banners of the Black Sun. We have come to trample in the mud all sickles, hammers, stars and crescents. We have come to reclaim our land. And let our enemies cry like a woman, as once wept last Arab ruler of Europe.

More back in 2005 we had written - we see our land destroyed, ridiculed, humiliated and trampled transformed into a colonial appendage, crucified between predatory West and insane East . Everything that once made us great, everything that gives people confidence in the future: the army, industry, language, culture, science, physical and spiritual health of the nation - consistently destroyed.

But the main thing - the national spirit was destroyed at the root - everything that before made us honorable, strong and robust . And now capitalists of West and oligarchs of East continue to put pressure and shredding of Ukraine to "economic and political zones of influence".

Ukrainian nation was driven into the reservation on their own land. As once the Visigoths and Asturias of medieval Pyrenees Mountains, who have risen to Reconquista, arrogant rulers international empires gave us a simple choice: to die quietly on the outskirts of set aside for us , in the paddocks and burrows like a hunted animal, or come to the defense of our primordial rights.

Do live in us a glorious spirit of ancient chivalry - that indomitable flame of anger, the conflagration of honorable pride that calls in the most hopeless hour, in spite of everything, to take up arms and attack the enemy, when he began to think that finally took us up?

We answer this: only attack, attack and attack again! Not lead the defense but expansion! To attack in all fronts to attack to the complete victory of the Idea of Nation!

Only in flame of wars are born new and rises from the ashes the old nations that in fact, there is one and the same.

The idea of the Nation, the image of the ancient Kievan Rus Empire, the spirit of the greatest European are born in the crucible of a new war.

Only in the war young finds a courage, and the strongest gains the right. Only in the blood of heroes are born great nation.

The color of blood can not be forgotten. Blood of Heroes bright red as crimson dawn over the edge of a dark forest. This blood is visible to the gods better than colorless tears of saints and sages ink. Blood of Heroes is knocking at the heart of this world! The name of this blood we proclaim a new cleaning War. We proclaim New Reconquista.

Against an onslaught of new Asians. Against rot cowardly degenerate West.

Youthful sun! Ancient Light! Listen oath steel youth!

Today Ukraine. Tomorrow Russia and all of Europe. We came to their land back!

New Reconquista!