Thursday, June 21, 2018

Black Solstice Conjurations

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Eternal Summer

Taken from
CELTIC FROST`s "To Megatherion"  (1985)

The pyramids tremble, darken the sun, (the) sky tums red
They reached the wall of no return (and the) breeze has stopped
Who wore the crown will never be known - might is broken
For all we'll drown into the sand - what will remain?

Inverted horizons, denied truth and blinded eyes
The Titans arise, the monuments fall, we cannot halt
Wishful pleads at last came true, some always knew
The clouds burn - or is it fire? ... the gods wince

Human pride and megalomania - The Titans watched it all
The trace led to nowhere - Wrath had to come
As ushers at the gates - To ecstasy and excess
AII turn their backs - They won't give us any rest

(The) fires won't redeem, illuminated's the night - the eternal summer
When they came high from the sphere on shrieking wings ...
Now they're trapped to the ground, to heat and dust
And the eye is glowing above ...


The Sounds of The Summer Solstice


"Beneath the blazing sun's relentless heat
men and flocks are sweltering,
pines are scorched.
We hear the cuckoo's voice; then sweet songs of the turtle dove and finch are heard.
Soft breezes stir the air….but threatening north wind sweeps them suddenly aside. The shepherd trembles, fearful of violent storm and what may lie ahead.

His limbs are now awakened from their repose by fear of lightning's flash and thunder's roar, as gnats and flies buzz furiously around.

Alas, his worst fears were justified, as the heavens roar and great hailstones beat down upon the proudly standing corn."


Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Baroness Carin Göring - Funeral Rites For A Devoted National Socialist

 "It was June 20, 1934, the day that Göring had appointed for the reburial of Carin’s remains in the lakeside mausoleum he had built for her. Few pharaohs’ wives can have been buried with more solemn ceremony. A special train bore the pewter sarcophagus across northern Prussia from the Swedish ferry to the railroad station where Goring and Hitler, both hatless and somber, awaited her arrival. At Göring’s command, towns and cities along the train’s whole route were cast into deep mourning. Teenage Hitler Youth units stood at attention on their local railroad platforms; the League of Maidens lined the bridges, saluting and showering flowers; flags were dipped as the train slowly passed, and thousands of women lined the railroad tracks to pay homage to their prime minister’s long-dead wife.

The scene at Carinhall itself was like the setting for a Bayreuth opera - the thin summer mists steaming slowly off the still waters of the lake, the ranks of soldiers standing in motionless array, while Richard Wagner’s rich funeral music throbbed and droned among the hazed conifers. Göring had invited Carin’s relatives, along with hundreds of diplomats and politicians, to witness this moving evidence of how beholden he still was to her memory. To the blare of hunting horns and trumpets, and the answering bellows of Hermann’s future trophies grazing in the forests, a dozen strong men groaned and strained to manhandle the sarcophagus down into the granite mausoleum. Afterward,
Göring led Hitler down the steps alone. Both men had known Carin well, both were saddened that she had not lived to see the National Socialists triumphant."

Taken from David Irving's "Goring A Biography"

Monday, June 18, 2018

Rainfall in Athens and the Travis Bickle Monologue

These mid-June days in Athens are rather unusual. Filled with grey skies, a lot of thunders and heavy rainfall. Few hours ago, during such a rainfall that makes the driving of motorbike in a main highway somewhere near the city centre almost impossible.  There I found myself rainsoaked amidst other people, watching the rain passing by. 
Despite the fact that it was an  early afternoon hour, it was that very moment that that my mind recalled the other "rain" , the real one ,  that Travis Bickle described in this brilliant monologue taken from the classic film "Taxi Driver"

 "All the animals come out at night - whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets."

Friday, June 15, 2018

Ere The World Crumbles...

Athr veröld steypisk
mun engi mathr öthrum thyrna.

Knáttu vanir vígspá völlu sporna.
Skildir ro klofnir.
fyllisk fjörvi feigra manna.

('Ere the world falls
nor ever shall men each other spare

And the field by the warlike Wanes was trodden
Shields are sundered
 Drains the life-force of doomed men.)

Taken from AGE OF CONAN sountrack.  
Music by Knut Avenstroup Haugen - Vocals by  Helene Bøksle