Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Visions of The Past

"Visions of The Past" is a blog that include photography and in-depth location info of various European historical places. 

In their own words:

 "History, Culture, Photography, Literature & Folklore from Ireland and further afield."

 So if anyone of you visiting one of these countries , "Visions of The Past" can serve as a very reliable adviser. Instead of fancy restaurants, decandent nightclubs , multi-kulti shopping centers and other similar sewers. Its better to go directly in the places that the European soul lies at. In ancient ruins, medieval catacombs and cemetaries, dolmens, neolithic tombs etc.

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Thursday, April 20, 2017

20th of April - Geburtstag des Führers

Edition: Weekly newsreel issue dedicated to Hitler's birthday. Decorations in the streets and shop windows - presents - guests "from all over the world" - Speer presents the "East-West axis" 
April 20th, 1939: serenade of the SS bodyguard - "row of congratulators" (amongst others Tiso, Hacha) - choir - Hitler inspects the parade - ovations.


Friday, April 14, 2017

Men of the West and The Final Hour of Doom

All about the hills the hosts of Mordor raged. The Captains of the West were foundering in a gathering sea. The sun gleamed red, and under the wings of the Nazg?l the shadows of death fell dark upon the earth. Aragorn stood beneath his banner, silent and stern, as one lost in thought of things long past or far away; but his eyes gleamed like stars that shine the brighter as the night deepens. Upon the hill-top stood Gandalf, and he was white and cold and no shadow fell on him. The onslaught of Mordor broke like a wave on the beleaguered hills, voices roaring like a tide amid the wreck and crash of arms.

As if to his eyes some sudden vision had been given, Gandalf stirred; and he turned, looking back north where the skies were pale and clear. Then he lifted up his hands and cried in a loud voice ringing above the din: The Eagles are coming! And many voices answered crying: The Eagles are coming! The Eagles are coming! The hosts of Mordor looked up and wondered what this sign might mean.

There came Gwaihir the Windlord, and Landroval his brother, greatest of all the Eagles of the North, mightiest of the descendants of old Thorondor, who built his eyries in the inaccessible peaks of the Encircling Mountains when Middle-earth was young. Behind them in long swift lines came all their vassals from the northern mountains, speeding on a gathering wind. Straight down upon the Nazg?l they bore, stooping suddenly out of the high airs, and the rush of their wide wings as they passed over was like a gale.

But the Nazg?l turned and fled, and vanished into Mordor's shadows, hearing a sudden terrible call out of the Dark Tower; and even at that moment all the hosts of Mordor trembled, doubt clutched their hearts, their laughter failed, their hands shook and their limbs were loosed. The Power that drove them on and filled them with hate and fury was wavering, its will was removed from them; and now looking in the eyes of their enemies they saw a deadly light and were afraid.

Then all the Captains of the West cried aloud, for their hearts were filled with a new hope in the midst of darkness. Out from the beleaguered hills knights of Gondor, Riders of Rohan, Dúnedain of the North, close-serried companies, drove against their wavering foes, piercing the press with the thrust of bitter spears. But Gandalf lifted up his arms and called once more in a clear voice:

'Stand, Men of the West! Stand and wait! This is the hour of doom.'

And even as he spoke the earth rocked beneath their feet. Then rising swiftly up, far above the Towers of the Black Gate, high above the mountains, a vast soaring darkness sprang into the sky, flickering with fire. The earth groaned and quaked. The Towers of the Teeth swayed, tottered, and fell down; the mighty rampart crumbled; the Black Gate was hurled in ruin; and from far away, now dim, now growing, now mounting to the clouds, there came a drumming rumble, a roar, a long echoing roll of ruinous noise.

'The realm of Sauron is ended!' 

Chapter Four - The field of Cormallen

Thursday, April 6, 2017

The Black Order of Pan-Europa

Dear reader, 
Despite the fact if you agree in most and disagree in few (like myself) of its ideological points. By supporting THE BLACK ORDER you are for sure supporting a noble cause. Therefore you can proceed without fear...


Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Saturday, March 25, 2017

25th of March 1821 - The Hellenic Rebirth

“Vosstan, o Gretsiia, vosstan”

Arise, o Greece, Arise!
Not in vain you strained all your forces,
Not in vain had been violently shaken
Olympus, Pindus, and Thermopylae.

Under the peaks of their ancient sky
The youthful liberty appeared,
And on the grave of Pericles;
And the sacred marbles of Athens.

Land of the heroes and gods
Break forever the chains of slavery
While singing the inspired songs
Of Tyrtaeus, Byron, and Rhigas!

Alexander Pushkin


Friday, March 17, 2017

Norwegian Black Metal - Anno 1992

"At that time black metal wasn’t a term. Enslaved did their Viking Metal, Immortal did their Holocaust Metal etc but we were so tight knitted back then – completely into the atmosphere. [We were]going into the woods by night, have candles/torches exploring old Nazi-bunkers and caves around Bergen, playing role playing all night until the morning light killed the magic –  that was what my world and art was about. Darkness, grimness, fantasy and friends, I didn’t draw one single colorful happy drawing those years – not one"

Jannicke Wiese Hansen
(Source: Graphic Nature)