Poetry by The Bruder Schweigen

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Rise My Sons – Robert J. Mathews 1983

Sons of Odin, Sons of Thor,
Kings of the cold Sea;
O gods, we go to do you Honor.
Who can stand against us?

See us; we go to feed the Ravens
With your enemies
And to make the wound-dew run red
Upon the grass.

Men of the mount – ains, go forth!
Carry the title of Liberty high;
Meet the enemy with righteous might and
With fury, drive him into the sea.

Fight my sons!
Fight for the green graves of your Sires.
Be you a Shield and protect the blood kindred people of
Your Soil;
Reclaim our sacred ground for Aryan man and Aryan woman.

Let the Seas run red with the blood of the fleeing alien hordes;
Go forth, my sons, and carry the banner of Your people high!
In the midst of battle I will be at your side;
Victory will be Ours!

 

 

Tall Man Crying – by David Eden Lane
One day on this meaningless
Journey through life
I met a tall man crying.
I asked him why a strong man wept.
He said his race was dying.

And a tear fell, ‘ though he told it well,
For none would pause to consider his cause.

He spoke of scorn and apathy
From family and wife,
And how his friends deserted him
When he told the law of life.

And a tear fell, ‘ though he told it well,
For none would pause to consider his cause.

He spoke of White men from the past
With courage beyond measure,
And how this selfish generation
Sells their race for pleasure.

And a tear fell, ‘ though he told it well,
For none would pause to consider his cause.

Then he spoke of little ones,
The children who are White
Soon slaughtered by an alien horde
Because their parents would not fight.

And a tear fell, ‘ though he told it well,
For none would pause to consider his cause.

Then his long body shook
And his big heart broke
And the tears on his cheeks did glisten.
And the last words that he ever spoke:
“My people would not listen.”

And a tear fell, ‘ though he told it well,
For none would pause to consider his cause. 

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