Knight of European Order

The chosen blossoms of the European land. The chosen creators who our civilization “expects”.Dreaming of the society of the strong warriors, philosophers and poets. Chosen of the land and blood, Innocent and merry creators, Aesthetic children of the sun, Who glory the Apollonian cosmic harmony.We reveal again the primitive myth, Regenerating the new poetic moment of our times.Guardians of a mystic, lost, forbidden knowledge, Fighting for the heathen Europe. We want to rewrite her history, To reveal the luminous truth. As heralds of the new storm, The last loyal.We dived in the mucky sources of the myth, And pumped the mystic speech of Pythia. Red is covering the poetic dimension of our lives.What is today praised, Must be destroyed tomorrow. What is today hated, Must be worshipped tomorrow.(NAER MATARON Lyrics)