Wild Mountain Thyme:
This song revels in the natural community of our people. It beckons us back to our clannish agrarian roots– whether in the Cymbric Highlands or in the Western vales of Virginia– it bids us return.
If you hear that call… if you feel its pull on your soul, that means that our enemies haven’t fully succeeded in their plot to unitize and monetize you– to make you a rootless and raceless automaton to be spent like so many bricks in foundation of the Globalist Tower of Babel.
And this one is just as good, anti-Nationalist themes in the video notwithstanding.
The Father’s Song:
As a father myself, this one grabs me by the throat and won’t let go.
The idea that there are powers in high places which conspire directly against the lives of my children sets me to such a ferocious disposition that I oft struggle to contain its reveal on my face.
“Don’t ya’ let ’em buy ya’ out or break your pride.
Don’t ya’ let yourself be used and cast aside.
If ya’ listen to their lyin’
they’ll con you into dyin.
And you won’t even know that you were once alive.”
God bless you my brothers and sisters. May the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ grant you peace amidst the storms of our present travail. May He prepare for you a table of feasting in the midst of our enemies.
And may you pass to the enemies of our ancestors and our children the bitter cup prepared from time immemorial for the Devil and his Angels.