Street Activists

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Hail to the vanguard soldiers of our great race!  
The warriors of the streets who for us fight,  
While the bitter enemies seek us to replace,  
And the masses are sleeping in a quiet night.  

Marching on where certain does seem defeat,  
The aristocratic soul through generations resonates,  
As a true fascist against time for a great feat,  
Next to those of the Heroic Age and the olden states.  

Hail Wessel, Codreanu, Rundo, the murdered sixteen!  
Hail all of the folk’s other martyrs and confessors,  
The Klan, The Order, Active Clubs, and all inbetween!  
Too many to list, not to honor, let us be their successors!  

Not in the face of millions of men in hardy uniform,  
But in the daily struggle of this cruel beast against,  
Our existence is most imperiled by the fiery hailstorm,  
In this decisive grapple we must be most incensed!  

Only these brave endure every risk and pain,  
Without reward and losing all man’s possession,  
But only these brave are worthy of glory to reign,  
In face of every defeat they grant no cession.  

Woe to the coward who knows but acts not!  
For what have all our forebearers then done? 
Millennia of beauty so that we may die and rot?  
All for nothing without our arms facing the sun!  

For as one man with courage makes a majority,  
But a thousand Blackshirts can conquer nations,  
Men of action will live forever proving superiority,  
No coward is capable of reforging foundations.  

So march forward facing the sun White man,  
Be worthy of the title Aryan, represent that nobility,  
Embrace mistress death if you must for your clan,  
And be a celebrated hero next to God for eternity.