TRU KNOW TIME

With crowding around the chopping-block Midgard is slaughtered.

 

The Folk are cut down, far deep in their blood filthied,

deprived of all of their Rights, Honour, Truth and Life.

 

Our foes’ ridiculous lies sit stuck in layers of filth

and wish to pretend that resistance is futile; sat in useless,

spreading dumbness about that countries worth are set in guilt

all while self-defense is hollowed-eyed heckled open and causeless

 

Never trust any opinions to be valid in the War of all Wars.

 

It is burning here everywhere,

time to close the larders

as now the hardest age

stand us already in the doorway

 

Will grows in the towns which here have understood Realities.

 

Aim now our foe towards the grave and write down boundary-lines.

 

TRU come with the uplifting strength and might

and lacks a counterpart ― Raising now the long awaited:

 

MIDGARD, FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS UNIMAGINABLE PARASITED AND USED

THROUGH OUR FOES FILTHY WORK WILL ARISE NOW! ―

TO BE US ALL FINALLY CLEANSED

 

UNITY.

 

TRU KNOW TIME.

 

ODIN OWNS US ALL.

 

ALL VALUE IS IN OUR LIVES.

 

VIET HAS THE RIGHTS FIRST AND FINAL.

 

THE PEOPLE OWN THEIR MIGHT IN THEIR COUNTRIES.

 

THE TRUTH IS UNDOUBTEDLY ALL FUTURE AND LAW.

OUTSIDE OF ASA-KNOWLEDGE

Our foes market their false words against our world;

shaping the weak and poor’s filth until their death.

 

Easily led hasten the scum towards impossible possibilities,

tied as unknowing down inside hidden provenances.

 

The silliest imaginable is made into normality to grab after

in your own limitless insufficiency that surely is very sufficient,

likely it is us given full meaningless to search there for more…

 

And the utmost weakest and poorest;

the already dead; outside Asa-knowledge,

paying here with highest imaginable price

inside their unpaid thralldom;

in the filthiest controlled suicide

into the most hopeless condition.

 

The foes blame what they dragged down to their equal, then the world itself,

and when lowest are here held highest it makes the fools into seemingly rich…

 

Throw me here your empty threats and objections until tiring,

but all your fears and your death are now not any real concern.

 

 

May it all be owned us mutually to be repulsed by our foes junk-culture.

 

May death cure what forgetting cannot solve.

 

May the remorse soon be gone.

OUTSIDE OF ASA-KNOWLEDGE

REMONTERA.

Vi vet, vet hur en brusten tanke bet:
Att till livet draget blir här sönderslaget.

(Äger nu den sista nedslitna livlinan.)

Veknar ner, trotsande att vekhet är döden.

Innästlade åren
där önskan inte når ner till materian;
sönderfrusna karten
där behov inte klarar nå fram till viljan
från trädan; grogrunden,
där lust sällan listar sig växt över äcklet.

(Inför smärtsamt öppnade ögons verklighet
brinner en kall likgiltighet ner inom oss:
Världarnas dumhet i sin svärtande helhet.)

Viet, den nya tiden, tar år efter år,
där slag efter slag sätter hjälplösas gränser
och hårdhänt slår överlevnad skår efter skår

(Denna värld där tänkandet stannat i döden
och helhetens ruttnade delar ska botas;
lämnande en ny helhet värdig våra liv.)

Rättar här denna världs nattståndna åsikter.

Livet, väckt till att vaket levas med Rätten,
lär att all inre ruttenhet är från yttre ovett
och finner föga värde i dödad tillräcklighet

Formar Midgårds fästen och lämnar all tomhet.

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