The White Goddess

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Dedicated to Paul Busson (1873–1924) In this holiest of seasons, twelve nights betwixt the years The silence of winter is all-consuming Our homesteads lie sleeping the old folks are watchful Gruesome tales of corn-demons to forewarn the young Over the mountain, to the hidden temple Where the pillar of flames shall be summoned by the priest On through the biting frost and the wind-driven snow A belling of stags echoes in the woods In this ice-cold Solstice night death and resurrection await To invoke the rebirth of the sun From darkness grows light, from ashes a fire to conquer the cold The rites of Yuletide defying the times - The virgin-born child Sol, Sol Invictus - Shining Guardian of the west In saecula saeculorum - Conquer with fire and with faith A solemn pilgrimage through nightclad wintry woods Ghosts of winter screaming to lure us all astray Neolithic magick, wisdom without words Bloodbound memories pierce the gossamer veils of time In this ice-cold Solstice night death and resurrection await And summer shall fall on our soil From darkness grows light, from ashes a fire to conquer the cold The rites of Yuletide defying the times - The virgin-born child Sol, Sol Invictus – Shining Guardian of the west In saecula saeculorum – Conquer with fire and with faith Blood-sacrifice for the three-fold goddess Summon the Goat with a Thousand Young Mithras Invictus Jesus Christus Fire brings cleansing, fertility through death Mummers rage through snow covered villages Reaping the souls of the careless and young Domina Perahta grant us good harvest In barter for the blood of one third of our youth The sunwheels are rolling, the hillside‘s on fire From Albion to Attica old Europe‘s ablaze Unbroken tradition, neolithic bloodline The Horned God approaches, the chanting now fades Il dyi ei ischturien. Ei ven ad esser sarain. Ei ven freid. Dieus mora! At the standing stones the scythe will set him free Bound to the oak, the Kingpriest‘s life for our creed A crown of mistletoe, reborn for all to see For a new year, in a red dawn, as the new sun Sol, Sol Invictus - Invincible sun of the west In saecula saeculorum - Conquer with fire and with faith From Attica‘s green pastures to Albion‘s white shores From Thule‘s boiling geysers to the walls of Hagar Q‘im Beneath this fragile crust of this modern age of reason A darker world lies waiting, primordial and pure Hidden in the shades from ratio‘s great pondering to rise when the stars are right

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

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He is the Heresiarch - Even the spirits of the oaks heed his world And so from the wells of night to the yawning gulfs of space Ever the praises of his name shall resound Thus spoke the Heresiarch - Enthroned in clouds and fire When the seven suns align, down the onyx steps he strides Roaming alone in black aether, looking for antediluvian knowledge Written in the kodex of Atalant forlorn Heresiarch! Saint of the streets and whores. Bringer of fire and force - Heresiarch Heresiarch! God of the sevenfold veil Light on the warrior's blade, oh bringer, of plagues Go out among men and find the gates, that he in the void may know. To his messenger, must all things be told. And he shall put on the semblance of men, the waxen mask and the robe that hides And come down from the world of seven suns Great messenger, oh bringer of death Father of the million young, unholy stalker, among the lambs Strike with fury, oh thousandfaced moon Come, oh vengeful, to our holy rite - A knife and a chalice - the sacrifice begins Gorgo! Mormo! Wanderer on the wildest winds! Lightbringer of the damned - Heresiarch Heresiarch! Flame in Elysian gardens Sword of the vengeful blessed, oh groom of the night Oh brilliant one, who wanders the black abyss Crawl forth from the tombs of holocaust Oh thousandfaced moon, oh doom of lost Atalant Wading mid corpses - Through cities of dust Oh monarch of mayhem, oh mind-reaping messenger Rise from the dirges and wailing of psalms Oh pestilent force, oh vanquish the veils of light To rave and to rape and to rip and to bend

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

"I wish to speak to you today about the tragedy of Europe" A maiden by the seaside was taken from her land on a bull across the waves 'til they reached a foreign strand. Her father, a great king, less human than divine and in Godhood she will find twelve stars in azure skies. "This noble continent, comprising, the fairest and the most cultivated regions of the earth, is the home of all the great parent races of the western world. It is the origin of most of the culture, the arts, philosophy and science both of ancient and modem times. Stronghold walls of Uruk, Etemanaki's fane, Mighty Rock of Zion your legacies remains. Aeneas left his Mother Troy, summer birds search for new lands. And the Goddess sends her siren's call across the continents. On a strong white bull the Goddess rides, in the darkest night twelve stars will rise. Daughter of the East in an azure gown, our new Jerusalem we found. I saw brothers fighting not for honour but for gold, enthralled by foreign agents like cattle we are sold. Oh Lady give me an answer, pray and make me understand. Will the brothers fight forever, can they be as one again? "My son, war is forever, he's the father of all men but brothers once united will stand as one again. My touch was felt in Dublin and my voice was heard in Spain. Ten thousand years may pass by but this fortress shall remain." There are shadows over Athens and Rome still lies in flames, in these days when need is great there's no heroes, there's no saints. And when the night is darkest Prometheus' torch will burn and the goddess on her white bull, though she never left, returns. On a strong white bull the Goddess rides, in the darkest night twelve stars will rise. Daughter of the East in an azure gown, our new Jerusalem we found. "This noble continent, it is the fountain of Christian faith and Christian ethics. If Europe were once united in the sharing of its common inheritance, there would be no limit to the happiness, to the prosperity and the glory which its three or four hundred million people would enjoy."

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

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When the iron dog is howling in the forests of the east When summer is like winter and women are like men When the woods are like a beggar's vest and the peasants dress like lords When palaces are raised for soldiers - the great cleansing is near When money turns to iron and our misery burns red When two-hundred gulden can not buy a loaf of bread When the heavy handed lord arrives and skins his folk alive When laws are made which none obey - the great cleansing is near The kodex tells of days to come - a winter without end Who is left to tell our story as rose clouds of ash descend? Fortress Europa falling - none left to defend Enthroned in clouds and fire, ancient harbinger of the end When presumption is on the rise and Christian creeds fades away When the crucifix is torn from walls and banished to the graves When the redcoats march the new roads - our front line the Danube When pestilence is raging the great cleansing is at hand The kodex tells of days to come - a winter without end Who is left to tell our story as rose clouds of ash descend? Fortress Europa falling - none left to defend Enthroned in clouds and fire, ancient harbinger of the end

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

Once More the chains of time are fading As the three-fold goddess shows her face Neath dark horizons armies gather Apostates tremble as we march The godless heathens they cover in their crannochs As we march forth from Autumn's golden mist Ten-thousand Strong, in search for glory and wisdom The ageless altars of reason now in sight The gates of twilight open, a crown of oak and bone Enthroned in stone and starlight The goddess unfolds the path Empires rise, Empires fall Dead kings are dreaming in the timeless halls Revelation unfolds By myth and magick we are bound Arise now from thy slumber Cast off the chains of guilt Her voice is calling you The goddess stands unveiled In the light of the evening star Wooden idols gaze from solemn dead eyes Witness to the pagan age When blood was split in hope for summer and corn And dead cold bodies lowered to the moors The road to Keter Beckons Crown of the sephirot Vanquished is all iniquity Dominion of timeless bliss Empires rise, Empires fall Dead kings are mourning in the timeless halls The poet's song - her voice in the wind As darkness descends we call out her eternal hail The goddess in the darkness spoke Of days to come and empires to fall Awake now! From the sleep of thousand centuries The spell has been broken Your soul is free to soar For all the words unspoken, for all the deeds undone For all our shattered dreams, for all the songs unsung For all the lines unwritten and all our broken hearts For all our wounds still bleeding and all our kingdoms come For all loved ones never forgotten and all burning memories Goddess take our hand, oh won't you grant us peace For all that we are longing for yet we shall never have Beyond the dreaming west, once we all will be healed

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025