Manifesto

More glorious than the victory of samothrace The roar of steel horses, a gesture of destruction There is no masterpiece, not birthed of violence We trample over the past with spurts of creation TO LIVE IN THE ABSOLUTE: REVOLTING PLEASURES Blessed is the beauty of speed All alone with black spirits inside Death, finally tamed, has freed us To unfathomable reservoirs of the absurd Our art is cruelty and nothing else Come my cavalries of crucified dreams Crushing onward, like iron lions Dance the winged cadence of their first songs and why rot? to waste in futile worship Standing on the world's summit We launch once again, our insolent challenge to the stars! Look at us! Drunk with ambition Our hearts nourished by fire, hatred and speed Behold the great splendor of the red sword as it strikes for the first time in our millennial darkness THE ONLY CURE FOR THE WORLD: WAR

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025