DANS CHAQUES NATIONS

WASHINGTON KKK

Corneliu Codreanu, Ivan Ilyin, Joseph De Maistre

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They Lose

@@goofymoofy. you will never be a woman

​@@goofymoofy. these 14yo fascists are dumb af

De Maistre

@@LevMyshkinPrince what was his philosophy?

​​​​@@GiorgosKiriakakis-qr4qe 1. God uses wars and revolutions to purify the nations from moral degradation. 2. Written constitutions are bad, because human mind is too narrow to form such complicated mechanism as society. Traditions do it better. 3. J.J. Rousseau was idiot. 4. Inquisition did nothing wrong. 5. Russians should stop simping for French culture because it would lead to revolution in Russian Empire.

post the translation and I'll pin it

​​​​​@@EnclaveTrooper1I am genuinely not sure if that would be appropriate for yt. Because there is a line about basically trading a human life Over a game of dice. It is a very dark song. It is literally a song of Men who want to die For their crimes in war. But god won't let them. the cadence for the chorus is essentially the praying for death. That will never come because they have been cursed for their crimes in war. I often consider this to be a prequel to Roland the headless thompson gunner. Because that seems like a song that 1 of the survivors of this madness would have come up with after seeing If somebody actually die in their unit has been cursed to live forever

​@@EnclaveTrooper1I might have a line on a translation

@@EnclaveTrooper1 I died in Katanga I came from Lucera I was 40 years old and my record was tarnished (or "I had a black ring", I think they mean a blackspot or mark. Basically a horrible and preventable mistake on a otherwise EXEMPLARY record so bad it demanded there ousting from govt forces.) About me people say I was with the mercenaries just for the booty just for money But now I'm lying dead look inside my pack there's only a bottle and an ounce of tobacco Pointlessly you will look for money in my pocket I spent all of them on whores Hurray for my death hurray for youth lai lalalalala lai, lalalala I loved a prostitute she was from Congo but I lost her at dice to Jimmy, the Irishman I saved nuns and friars from the rebel's pyre but the UN doesn't care, if my skin burns If my skin burns it's because I'm a mercenary but the Pope doesn't care he keeps fidgeting with his rosary Hurray for my death hurray for youth lai lalalalala lai, lalalala Farewell my girl friends with flowers in your hair farewell sweet companions met in brothels farewell green hills night is coming at last the fires are dying down farewell sweet whores with your corset I've fashioned a flag carry it to my friends growing old in Lucera Hurray for my death hurray for youth lai lalalalala lai, lalalala Had I stayed at home there, in my Lucera by this time I would have sons and a fat belly i'd have a fat wife a mortgage and a Seicento living room, television, health insurance and double chin Instead I went and traveled around the world and now I'm dying here in southern Congo Hurray for my death hurray for youth lai lalalalala lai, lalalala THE LA's are done by the song its self with the main lead guitar rift strikes. BUT THIS IS the most accurate translation I could find.

I'm far from done in this material world,if I wanted to die I would blow my brains out all over the wall. But obviously my time hasn't come yet but when it does it won't be a sad day for me. Since death is the only thing we have in common for sure, we shouldn't be afraid of it, instead live our lives for something worth dying for.

I was being sarcastic for whats the point in living if we can't speak but we are warned what comes out of a man is what defiles him!