ODE TO THE ARYAN CROSS
Talisman, oh talisman, oh mighty Godsend,
Imbued with powers we scarce comprehend!
Where the runes run true at the seat of the Race,
Our Folk first traced your aesthetic face.
You are the first symbol, the final word;
The eternal guiding light
for the truly White.
You are the Sun and the source,
Jolting our every foe with your atavistic glow.
Birthmark and legacy, shield and staff --
Aryan ecstasy, Jewish epitaph.
Talisman, oh talisman, oh mighty Godsend,
Imbued with powers we scarce comprehend!
Where the runes run true at the seat of the Race,
Our Folk first traced your aesthetic face.
You are the first symbol, the final word;
The eternal guiding light
for the truly White.
You are the Sun and the source,
Jolting our every foe with your atavistic glow.
Birthmark and legacy, shield and staff --
Aryan ecstasy, Jewish epitaph.
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