Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Wulf of "Woden`s Folk" speaks...

Wulf, head and founder of the English Heathen movement WODEN`S FOLK speaks on Wodenism, Runes and the religion of Pre-Christian Europe.

A very intesting and deep analysis of Heathen & AngloSaxon Traditions by Wulf. Below you can hear it.
I can say that Wulf is a truly devoted Heathen. Met him a couple of times myself, visited him at his house and also attended a Woden`s Folk meeting, had long discussions about all matters. Wulf is a man studing for decades the European Traditions and History, a Fighting Racialist and restless spirit.

Official Woden`s Folk website:

The Speech of Wulf in NEW RIGHT meeting. London, England.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Pilgrimage at Chaeroneia and Delphi

The meaning of the word "pilgrimage" according to the dictionary :
"In religion and spirituality, a pilgrimage is a long journey or search of great moral significance. Sometimes, it is a journey to a shrine of importance to a person's beliefs and faith. Members of many major religions participate in pilgrimages. A person who makes such a journey is called a pilgrim."

Nothing can describe better the journey that three guys had on early Thursday morning. Leaving behind for one more time the urban jungle and taking the way to the countryside and holy places, famous in Ancient Hellas. Below is a small "report" about the trip and also links with more details about the places. Also, hopefully the pictures below will enlight you a bit more about the places and the way on them.

The first place was Chaeroneia. The birth place of Plutarch. One of my favourite writters. Historian, philosopher, excellent writter and also a priest of Delphi. The first stop was to the famous Lion of Chaeronia. A huge statue of a lion maded by Thebans as funerary monument. Next to the lion is the new museum of Chaeroneia. Re-opened one year ago. It have only two halls, but with very important and rare items to see there. In the entrance you`ll see ofcourse the biography of Plutarch.

Then the way up to Delphi and to the temple of Apollo. One of the most important and sacred places of the Ancient world.
Delphi is on the Mount Parnassus.

For more info about the history of the place click HERE

"The Lord whose oracle is at Delphi neither reveals nor conceals, but gives a sign" (Heraclitus)


The Lion of Chaeroneia

Chaeroneia Museum - info about the city

Chaeroneia Museum - Biography of Plutarch

A view from Delphi

Delphi in Ancient Times

Me and Necromoon (Frostkrieg) at the Temple of Apollo

Leaving Delphi

On the way down from Parnassus I

On the way down from Parnassus II

On the way back : Evening at Thebes

Wednesday, September 22, 2010


TETHRIPPON, an Hellenic band out of the ordinary. They have their debut full-length album coming out soon. Very nice orchestral music combined with very good vocals and lyrics in Greek written in a special way. Constantinos, apart from his charakteristic voice has also a talent in writting lyrics. "Omoion" is my favorite track so far. I`m looking forward to hear the full cd soon.

For more info , full bio and concept of the band see below.

"Tethrippon were formed in the autumn of 2006 by Constantinos and Demetrios in Nothern Hellas. Their purpose is to serve a delicate aesthetic and to pay tribute to their ancient ancestors One of their major beliefs is that the creative and bright conscience of a people has to be based upon the respect to their history, their tradition and the heroic achievements of their predecessors. Inspired by ancient Hellenic philosophy, poetry and culture, always proud, they try to harmonize all that wealth with the tough and cold spirit and practics of nowadays. Maybe that seems utopic but nothing is impossible for a virtued, peaceful man, armed with the ability for an optimistic approach of things and situations. Demetrio’s music cannot be easily characterized because he achieves all his compositions by combining various positive elements. That gives to Tethrippon the potential of being attractive and multi dimensioned.
Mediterranean delicacy, epic character, central and Northern European aura, create an atmosphere intense and gentle at the same time. Symphonic and orchestral soundscapes, so close to the repercussion of an epic soundtrack, darkened or enlightened, moving or joyful, pagan or majestic, come to match with Constantinos vocals and lyrics, giving the final result. Constantinos started the lyric procedure, first by emphasizing to the charm and the universal symbolism of the ancient epic poems of Orpheus, old as man himself, waving between myth and history, in a dream like dimension of internal peace, virtue and total attachment to the blessing and warmth of the Apollonian light. That blessing comes to touch today’s people’s hearts. Songs about mother nature, Apollon, God of music and light, Erotas, God of love, Prometheus, tragic bringer of peaceful fire, father Sun, songs about eternal heroes who have spilled their noble blood into the Altar of freedom and decency, aim ambitiously to enchant people with fragile, romantic hearts and self respect.
From the beginning, Tethrippon started to compose, aiming to a self financed release, far away from any label search and it really came very fast: EXIDION, was the first album to be released including five songs accompanied by an equal number of atmospheric intros. Almost a year after, ORONTES, followed based upon the same concept and the band was more than ever ready to face any creative challenge. In the meantime, various comments by all kinds of listeners created the spherical impression that things were prominent and encouraging and finally the story came to the strong hands of some good friends and supporters from Xanthi, a picturesque town in the region of Thrace, Northern Hellas. After an enthusiastic approach, they invited us for our first live performance, and we couldn’t refuse such a disinterested and polite proposal. The event took place in the 29th of November 2008 in front of a positive audience that gave us a strong applause, a warm welcome. We could feel in the air that something creative was about to begin and the confirmation came very soon from the Austrian label Steinklang records. Now, our first full length CD «Tethrippon», is about to be released as soon as possible due to the «Alpine» appreciation and support. The nature of this label, the bands already included, create the potential for valuable friendships and a cultural interference based upon common principles, as a contribution to the bright side of European culture.
When somebody seeks for hope and perspective and refers to the historical past, a ruthless struggle for wealth, war, destruction bloodshed and tears are the dominant elements. Millions of innocent people suffered and died for the sake of materialistic aims. That eternal winter has to end one day and the only way to achieve that is to seek for the light by worshiping the light. Different cultures can coexist for the sake of a common noble purpose. Tethrippon come strong to contribute, by holding tight the belief of «Taking part in the Hellenic Learning»-«ΤΗΣ ΕΛΛΗΝΙΚΗΣ ΠΑΙΔΕΙΑΣ ΜΕΤΕΧΟΝΤΕΣ». .

TETHRIPPON is totally dedicated to the holy memory of our glorious forefathers. Rest in peace in the eternal skies."

Sunday, September 19, 2010

In That Hour It Begun

Taken from "The Young Hitler I knew" by August Kubizek

Vienna 1906,

"It was the most impressive hour I ever lived through with my friend. So unforgettable is it, that even the most trivial things, the clothes Adolf wore that evening, the weather,are still present in my mind as though the experience were exempt from the passing of time.

Adolf stood outside my house in his black overcoat, his dark hat pulled down over his face. It was a cold, unpleasant November evening. He waved to me impatientiy. I was just cleaning myself up from the workshop and getting ready to go to the theatre. Rienzi was being given that night. We had never seen this Wagner opera and looked forward to it with great excitement. In order to secure the pillars in the Promenade we had to be early. Adolf whistied, to hurry me up.

Now we were in the theatre, burning with enthusiasm, and living breathlessly through Rienzi's rise to be the Tribune of the people of Rome and his subsequent downfall. When at last it was over, it was past midnight. My friend, his hands thrust into his coat pockets, silent and withdrawn, strode through the streets and out of the city. Usually, after an artistic experience that had moved him, he would start talking straightaway, sharply criticizing the performance, but after Rienzi he remained quiet a long while. This surprised me, and I asked him what he thought of it. He threw me a strange, almost hostile glance. "Shut up!" he said brusquely.

The cold, damp mist lay oppressively over the narrow streets. Our solitary steps resounded on the pavement. Adolf took the road that led up to the Freinberg. Without speaking a word, he strode forward. He looked almost sinister, and paler than ever. His turned-up coat collar increased this impression.

I wanted to ask him, "Where are you going?" But his pallid face looked so forbidding that I suppressed the question. As if propelled by an invisible force, Adolf climbed up to the top of the Freinberg. Andonly now did I realize that we were no longer in solitude and darkness, for the stars shone brilliantly above us.

Adolf stood in front of me; and now he gripped both my hands and held them tight. He had never made such a gesture before. I felt from the grasp of his hands how deeply moved he was. His eyes were feverish with excitement. The words did not come smoothly from his mouth as they usually did, but rather erupted, hoarse and raucous. From his voice I could tell even more how much this experience had shaken him.

Gradually his speech loosened, and the words flowed more freely. Never before and never again have I heard Adolf Hitler speak as he did in that hour, as we stood there alone under the stars, as though we were the only creatures in the world.

I cannot repeat every word that my friend uttered. I was struck by something strange, which I had never noticed before, even when he had talked to me in moments of the greatest excitement. It was as if another being spoke out of his body, and moved him as much as it did me. It wasn't at all a case of a speaker being carried away by his own words. On the contrary; I rather felt as though he himself listened with astonishment and emotion to what burst forth from him with elementary force. I will not attempt to interpret this phenomenon, but it was a state of complete ecstasy and rapture, in which he transferred the character of Rienzi, without even mentioning him as a model or example, with visionary power to the plane of his own ambitions. But it was more than a cheap adaptation. Indeed, the impact of the opera was rather a sheer external impulse which compelled him to speak. Like flood waters breaking their dikes, his words burstforth from

He conjured up in grandiose, inspiring pictures his own future and that of his people Hitherto I had been convinced that my friend wanted to become an artist, a painter, or perhaps an architect. Now this was no longer the case. Now he aspired to something higher, which I could not yet fully grasp. It rather surprised me, as I thought that the vocation of the artist was for him the highest, most desirable goal. But now he was talking of a mandate which, one day, he would receive from the people, to lead them out of servitude to the heights of freedom.

It was an unknown youth who spoke to me in that strange hour. He spoke of a special mission which one day would be entrusted to him, and I, his only listener, could hardly understand what he meant. Many years had to pass before I realized the significance of this enraptured hour for my friend. His words were followed by silence.

We descended into the town. The clock struck three. We parted in front of my house. Adolf shook hands with me, and I was astonished to see that he did not go in the direction of his home, but turned again towards the mountains.

"Where are you going now?" I asked him, surprised. He replied briefly, "I want to be alone."

In the following weeks and months he never again mentioned this hour on the Freinberg. At first it struck me as odd and I could find no explanation for his strange behavior, for I could not believe that he had forgotten it altogether. Indeed he never did forget it, as I discovered thirty-three years later. But he kept silent about it because he wanted to keep that hour entirely to himself. That I could understand, and I respected his silence. After all, it was his hour, not mine. I had played only the modest role of a sympathetic friend.

In 1939, shortly before war broke out, when I, for the first time visited Bayreuth as the guest of the Reichs Chancellor, I thoughtl would please my host by reminding him of that nocturnal houron the Freinberg, so I told Adolf Hitler what I remembered of it, assuming thatthe enormous multitude of impressions and events which had filled these past decades would have pushed into the background the experience of a seventeen year old youth. But after a few words I sensed that he vividly recalled that hour and had retained all its details in his memory. He was visibly pleased that my account confirmed his own recollections.

I was also present when Adolf Hitler retold this sequel to the performance of Rienzi in Linz to Frau Wagner, at whose home we were both guests. Thus my own memory was doubly confirmed. The words with which Hitler concluded his story to Frau Wagner are also unforgettable forme. He said solemnly, "In that hour it began."

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

The Black Horseman

He who loves his country, should also wish
to understand it
He who wishes to understand it, should try
at every turn to penetrate its History.
Jakob Grimm

Nikolaos Plastiras (1883-1953)

General, War Hero and Defender of the sacred Land of Ionia. His name became a synonym of fear for turks and a legend in Hellas.
Below is a video clip and music created by the Greek composer Stamatis Spanoudakis. Its title is "The Black Horseman", which was the main nickname of Nikolaos Plastiras.
There you`ll see plenty of pics from the march of the Hellenic army in Minor Asia. Amongst them, "The Black Horseman of Satan`s Army".
Nikolaos Plastiras wrote his name with golden letters in the long military tradition of Hellas.

"After finishing school in Karditsa, he joined the 5th Infantry Regiment as a volunteer in 1904. He fought in the Macedonian Struggle, and participated in the military coup of 1909. He entered the NCO School in 1910 and, after being assigned to the rank 2nd Lieutenant in 1912, he fought with distinction in the Balkan Wars, where he earned his nickname "The Black Horseman". He first rose to wider prominence when, as a Major, he supported the Movement of National Defence of Eleftherios Venizelos during the First World War. He fought with distinction with the 5/42 Evzone Regiment at the battle of Skra-di-Legen and was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel. In 1919, Colonel Plastiras commanded the 5/42 Evzone Regiment in the Ukraine, as part of an Allied force aiding the White Army in their ultimately unsuccessful fight against the Red Army. His force was then transferred to Smyrna in Asia Minor via Romania.

During the botched war with Turkey from 1919–1922, the Turks called Plastiras Kara Biber ("The Black Pepper"), while the 5/42 Evzones became known as the Seytan Asker ("Satan's Army"). His advance was finally halted at Kale-Grotso, just across the Sakarya River. Soon after, at the battle of Sakarya, the Greeks were forced to begin their retreat. After the Turkish breakthrough in August 1922, Colonel Plastiras' unit was among the few retaining any coherence, withdrawing orderly to the coast, fighting off superior Turkish forces, rallying around him men from other units and saving several thousands of Anatolian Greeks along the way. For these feats he earned immense popularity, especially among the Ionian Greeks he helped save."

Saturday, September 11, 2010

BILSKIRNIR "In Flames of Purification"

Totenkopf Propaganda will have copies for sale soon (Around next week).
Other available BILSKIRNIR releases through TP Distro:

"Atavismus Des Glaubens" CD
"Hyperborea" MCD

Tuesday, September 7, 2010


"My ancestors were pagans, and my forefathers heretics. For their exoneration I collect the pieces that Rome left over."
Otto Rahn "Luzifers Hofgesind"

"Otto Rahn was born in the small town of Michelstadt in Southern Germany on February 18th, 1904. A solitary, introverted boy, he assimilated the bare bones of German Romanticism through avid childhood reading of Greek, Roman and Nordic myths and legends. In addition to this, all around him the romantic spirit was alive and well in the Rambler’s Associations and Mountaineering Clubs which began to flourish around this time. For Rahn, this generalized affinity with romanticism became refined into an all consuming obsession with the legends of Parsifal, the Holy Grail, Lohengrin, and the Nibelungenlied. While attending the University of Giessen, he was inspired by his professor, Freiherr Von Gall, to study the Albigensian (Catharism) movement, and the massacre that occurred at Montségur. Rahn is quoted as saying that "It was a subject that completely captivated me''"

THE SECRET GLORY (2001) is a documentary (With English subtitles) about the story of SS officer Otto Rahn and his search for the Holy Grail.

Friday, September 3, 2010

News from the Underground Front

From ATMF:

The wolf-pack is approaching to the new sacrifice, 10 years of history of Black Metal integrity and daring for the Norwegian squadron DISIPLIN, result will be a special Anniversary album composed by totally new material, limited to 1000 copies to be released on Digibook format, first 100 copies with a ltd. T-shirt.

This martial monument entitled “ RADIKALE RANDGRUPPE ” won’t be repressed or re-released but will stay as a unique stone in the band’s carrier. Disiplin inked a 3 album deal with ATMF.

We’re proud to have this sharpen weapon of the pagan gods under our wing, moving from one of the most innovative labels Moonfog, they’ve been an example of how Norwegian Black Metal should have been evolved instead of rooting on the memories, Disiplin are still there to take forward the idea of black metal as an extreme weapon instead of a un-offensive stereotype.

Release date of the Anniversary Album is fixed later this year on November, Preorders will be open on late September. More details about to come…

Official Sites:


Available DISIPLIN releases through Totenkopf Propaganda:
"HOSTIS HUMANI GENERIS" CD (Available next week!)

Canada`s Tour De Garde will release early this autumn the official tape version of WODULF`s "...from the Corpsegates" full-length album. This will come in pro-maded factory tapes. More info at label`s official site :

Debut full-length CD by the Polish Horde SLAVECRUSHING TYRANT. Raw Heathen Black Metal by members of Flame of War. Available from EASTSIDE :
Totenkopf Propaganda will have copies of this release for Distribution in next week.

Split Ep7’ Graveland/Kreuzfeuer “Tribute to King of Aquilonia” available soon!
Music and layout is ready, ep 7” will be released by Darkland Rec in 3 – 4 weeks
Songs from ep7”:
Side A – Graveland “King of Aquilonia”
Side B – Kreuzfeuer “Zündet die Feuer”