by Constantin von Hoffmeister

dedicated to Guillaume Faye

Terrae Regnum

The White race is the master of Eurasia. Eurosiberians are the inhabitants of Europe and Russia. Only eight million Whites live in Siberia. It is their obligation to multiply and colonize this vast space. Siberia is the new Wild West. Islam is an enemy of Europe. The North is the enemy of the South. A new battlefront has been drawn. In the trenches in the North, the White race, grim-faced and merciless, sits ready with guns cocked and cannons loaded. The Islamic hordes of subhumans from the South is advancing towards the citadel of the North. The agents of Islam in the North have been expelled or executed. The National Futurist troops of the Eurosiberian Federation are sure that victory will be theirs. Once the subhuman lands have been laid to waste, the dawn of a new civilization shall rise. The West will decolonize itself with the help of fresh blood from the East. West and East will merge and become Eurosiberia. The Eurosiberian identity will give birth to the counterrevolution which will pit itself against the world revolution of the colored peoples. The current decadence of the West will vanish when the bombs drop from gunships on their targets in the jungles and deserts of the savage world. AmeriKa will become Vinland and its efficient military will be the main guarantee of Eurosiberian world domination.

The Red Army (the sign of the Swastika on the soldiers' shoulders) is the glorious ancestor of the National Futurist Army. The battle of the Red Army against the treacherous Whites mirrors the battle that is to come. The Red Army liberated Eurasia from the yoke of the Semitic mindset that expressed itself in Orthodoxy and serfdom. The National Futurist Army will rage relentless war against the minions of mud peoples and their treacherous White allies in the decadent West. The vanguard of the National Futurist Army is the man that has locked away his wife, cut off the bonds with his family and is ready to sacrifice his meaningless life in a struggle that delivers meaningful deaths aplenty. In Finland they awake, in England they will die, in the Ukraine they awake, in Poland they will die. Across the vast open steppes of Mongolia, a thunderstorm of boiling blood will rage when slit-eyed bastards will be killed and slayed, their dwellings burned and - finally! - traces erased before the National Futurist Army will settle to pave the path for the reality to come. In Central Asia, news of liberation is near, floating through the ether, travelling from Dublin to Ashgabat. The Eurosiberians on the march! Integrated into an alliance with their Turkish brethren, the Turkmen wail while jailed. The Turks, too, into prison thrust, outside the sacred space of Eurosiberia. And from whence the enemy will then endanger the holy empire? From outer space, signals already announce the advent of the extraterrestrials, truly alien!, hostile, creepy and tentacled. This is why, in accordance with the rule of militant vigilance, the National Futurist Space Agency (NFSA) will install battle stations, manned with gene-warriors and armed with nuclear laser missiles, in orbit around our precious homeworld on which Eurasia shines as the beacon of truth, might and justice throughout the known galaxy.

Capitalism will, through force, cease to exist. A socialist planned economy will replace the evils of the market economy. Through the use of computer technology, an efficient system of planning the economy can be applied to all sectors of labor and industry. The corrupting chaos of commercial competition will be replaced with the serene order of strict economic regulation. The state will manage the economy, and citizens will enjoy more leisure time. Robots will do all the work that the economic planning matrix assigns them. Automated assembly lines will produce all the necessary goods for the welfare of the people. Brands will cease to exist as all products will be standardized. Grey pants will be called "grey pants." The people will shop - shops for the people! The people will learn again to live ascetically, to exist without the baggage that is non-essential and even detrimental to its physical and mental well-being. Away with discmen and in with state-of-the-art people-soothing panels for every living room! The use of advertisements will be greatly reduced. Thus, squares and streets will again become centers of reflection instead of desensitization. All the people need is booze, sex and metal. After all, this is all the majestic British Empire needed to propel itself to the top position of the world. The sun never sets on the lands of the Great Race.

The Golden Road to Bukhara: Will one finally see the blue beam on top of the minaret (the one that Genghis Khan spared, converted into a communication tower) buzzing its clear message to all the White peoples of the world? Mosques turned into gymnasiums, madrassahs turned into day care centers. Racial patriots will fight a new Great Patriotic War to defend their motherland, the great continent of Eurasia, through a preemptive offense, attacking the lands of the false prophet and bashing in the heads of the towel-wearing sister-beaters before these desert rats can infiltrate the lands of the Great Race and bash its members. And peace will come to all, an ever-lasting peace among the sons of rosy-cheeked Adam. The lower races will serve the highest race, paying tribute through service and respect. The lower races benignity will be enforced through the rule of the caste law. Thus will the whole world benefit from the Eurasian principle: The ones who rule on top, the ones who serve at the bottom. Traditions will prevail through the implementation of the ancient teachings of the Abraxi. The Jewish god must die so that Aryan Allah may live.

Part II

Into the Wild Green Yonder: The Man with the Will ventures forth and claims his rightful Heritage. The Eurasian steppes peopled by iron-willed adventurers, ready to slay the beasts that still hide in the swamps in the steppes. The New Secret Weapon is Anger in Harmony. The New Kazhaks and the New Turkmen live and toil side by side to build the Foundations of the Empire of the End. The two-headed bull has been caught by its horns and dragged out from its hiding place in the steppe. It has been sacrificed on the Altar of Harmony. Pagan rituals and pre-Christian worship combine at the Altar of Harmony. Celebrants dance and priests recite and imported geishas dance completely nude and nubile. This is the Way of the World. This is the way the Man with the Will has decreed it to be.

Lord Lorck Ei sprang from an egg. He is the great new designer who has come to redeem us all. The new vision of the new Eurasian empire with the capital of TSARGRAD! The new Tsargrad has yet to be built - it will be the true European and monumental version of Astana in Kazakhstan (an artificial new and hypermodern city). Lord Lorck Ei will sit on the Throne in his Palace in Tsargrad, dispensing wisdom and justice. Serfdom is abolished as capitalism is abolished. Equality for all citizens of the Empire! The notion of profit has been replaced with the notion of servitude. The notion of servitude is a positive notion. To serve the Emperor is to serve the Empire is to serve all the citizens of the Empire is to serve YOURSELF! You can smoke opium and you can jump off the Devil's Bridge if you are tired of your earthly existence. All is looked upon with a benign eye by Lord Lorck Ei. The Empire of the End is also the Empire of Liberty! What started as a promise has become a contract in a society overloaded with joy, pain and ecstasy. The New European Nationalism has delivered by fulfilling the desires of the people and de Sade. 1789 = 2012 x 10! Liberty and Fraternity among racial Equals!

And the shops might close early, but the city itself never sleeps. The capital city TSARGRAD has its eyes and ears open - always and at all times! The messenger arrived early in the morning, his feet sore from running many leagues to his appointed destination. The messenger sweated tears because he was afraid the Message he was about to deliver might anger the mighty Potentate. The Message was this: "We must inform you, mighty man of men, that it has come to our attention that what you have been feeding to your dogs is not the best quality meat. We thus recommend that you rid yourself of inhibitions and start feeding them choice slaves and prisoners captured in battle." Lord Lorck Ei was astonished and dismayed at the same time upon hearing this Message. To calm his nerves, he decided to have three priests hanged and the church bells rung thrice. The largest cathedral in TSARGRAD was the Cathedral of the Blood Covering the Sacred Spot Where Men Have Died To Protect Their Own From Fiendish Devils. The priests where hanged in the Cathedral Square. A hundred thousand loyal citizens watched the spectacle. At the crucial moment (at the threshold of death) the hanged priests ejaculated over the dusk's early coming.

The Human Condition: an apple or an egg - an eye! I see the eye that is eyeing me. Whose eye is eyeing me? It is the eye of the Imperator! Lord Lorck Ei sees all and sometimes hears all (but only when awake). Is it a man or is it a woman that knocks at my chamber door late at night? Is it a beast or a burden that makes my life joyfully miserable? These are some of the thoughts that went through the Imperator's head while he lay awake in his palatial bed chamber, unable to listen because unable to sleep. Sometimes he ate and sometimes he fasted. But always he drank the blood of the wise and injected himself with the sperm of the sages. A wise sage he wanted to become! To rule wisely as the goal to see a future full of wisdom ahead! The citizens would bow because realizing that their ruler was incapable of erring they would joyfully bow. Could not the Imperator realize that to submit was more than merely to be ruled? Ay, the Imperator did realize in time and he was glad to know it and continued on his path of illuminating himself with the fluids of knowledge.

Kafka est