Manifesto - Imperial Triumphant

More glorious than the victory of samothrace

The roar of steel horses, a gesture of destruction

There is no masterpiece, not birthed of violence

We trample over the past with spurts of creation

TO LIVE IN THE ABSOLUTE: REVOLTING PLEASURES

Blessed is the beauty of speed

All alone with black spirits inside

Death, finally tamed, has freed us

To unfathomable reservoirs of the absurd

Our art is cruelty and nothing else

Come my cavalries of crucified dreams

Crushing onward, like iron lions

Dance the winged cadence of their first songs

And why rot?

To waste in futile worship

Standing on the world’s summit

We launch once again, our insolent challenge to the stars!

Look at us!

Drunk with ambition

Our hearts nourished by fire, hatred and speed

Behold the great splendor of the red sword

As it strikes for the first time in our millennial darkness

THE ONLY CURE FOR THE WORLD: WAR