by Savitri Devi
“… die Menschen gehen nicht an verlorenen Kriegen zugrunde, sondern am Verlust jener Widerstandskraft, die nur dem reinen Blute zu eigen ist.”
“Ein Staat, der im Zeitalter der Rassen-vergiftung sich der Pflege seiner besten rassischen Elemente widmet, muß eines Tages zum Herrn der Erde werden.”
And time rolls on … and every empty day that slowly fades away, as uneventful as any other one, into the mist of unrecorded history, brings us, along our strenuous way, nearer the heart’s desire of the revengeful, nearer the doom of those whom we resist, nearer the unfailing end of this atrocious night, nearer the yet well-hidden goal for which we fight,—the one unchanging dream for which we live, while we never forget, never forgive.
And time rolls on … and every dreary hour that passes by into eternity, glaringly shows the soundness of our claim, and tells the world the inanity of Thy enemies’ victory, while bringing Thy dismembered Nation new strength and new prosperity, new hopes of unity, with the increasing certainty of our return to power, and both our persecutors further fears of unavoidable annihilation.
And thus we march invincibly towards our lofty Aim, along the Way of blood and tears. It matters not what price we gave, it matters not what price we shall yet give, to see all those who hated Thee descend into the grave after they groan under our whip for years and years,—while we never forget, never forgive.
And time rolls on … and every passing second brings us further away from the long nightmare of defeat; nearer the glory of our dawning Day; nearer the time we shall begin again; nearer the morn of Thy unending reign, when Thy adoring People will repeat the now forbidden words of faith and pride in frenzied spell-like cheers, and when, for countless scores of years, the nations of the West that have refused to side with Thee, and fight the common foe, and live, will lie in ruins at our feet,—while we never forget, never forgive.
And time rolls on … With us, they had not reckoned, when setting forth their vast utopian schemes. They thought Thee dead, and us also; they thought our faith had slackened; they thought,—the fools—they could rely upon our loyalties to values which we hate; they thought they could send us to die, without us ever asking why, while we had grown too weary to say “no.” They thought they had become the masters of our fate; but here we rise, and here we stand, and give the world to understand that we shall never fight but for our same old dreams: for honour and for might, and what we know is right; for the joy of asserting the privileges of our birth; for Thee, for Greater Germany, for Aryan rule upon this earth—the Gospel of perennial Truth in its new form, which we came to proclaim, and, which is more, to live, while we never forget, never forgive.
And time rolls on … Nothing can break our spirit, nor alter our allegiance to Thee and to the German Reich, home of the best, stronghold and hope of Aryan mankind in the West. Of all Thy enemies might say or do to gain our favour that they so require, nothing can shake our faith, nothing can ever mar our loyalty to the old oath; nothing can kill our will to rise again. Every new step the former “great Allies” take towards us we meet with a new grievance; no threat can force us to believe their lies; no bribery can keep our hearts from hating both.
Happier as the storm draws nigh, we wait and watch events go by … We wait and watch the signs of war—the hopes of liberation; the coming chances of Thy Nation to seize the lead of Sunset Lands once more. And we are confident in our own strength and we are grateful to the immortal Gods who made us free, serene even in hell and loving only Thee, having nothing to lose and all to give—faithful when all become unfaithful, while we never forget, never forgive.