Our destiny does not tire, nor can it be broken, and its mantle of strength descends upon those in its service.

The soil of Europe, rendered sacred by the streams of blood which have made it spiritually fertile for a millennium, will once again stream with blood until the barbarians and distorters have been driven out and the European banner waves on its home soil from Gibraltar to North Cape, and from the rocky promontories of Galway to the Urals.