Journal de combat nationaliste et identitaire : informations, formation, doctrine, chants
Le Grillon Un pauvre petit grillon Caché dans l'herbe fleurie Regardait un papillon Voltigeant dans la prairie L'insecte ailé brillait des plus vives couleurs L'azur, le pourpre et l'or éclataient sur ses ailes. Jeune, beau, petit-maître, il court de...
Lire la suiteOut of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but...
Lire la suiteRENUNCIATION Naked I saw thee, O Beauty of Beauty And I blinded my eyes, For fear I should fail. I heard thy music O melody of melody, And I closed my ears, For fear I should falter. I tasted thy mouth, O sweetness of sweetness, And I hardened my heart,...
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