War is to man what maternity is to a woman. From a philosophical and doctrinal viewpoint, I do not believe in perpetual peace.

All within the state, nothing outside the state, nothing against the state.

We become strong, I feel, when we have no friends upon whom to lean, or to look to for moral guidance.

As the old fathers once said, that in death you rest with the earth, and live among the ancestors. The one thing that will never leave after a person dies is the memory of the person whom has passed on, and their presence with you. They rest among the ancestors, but they will always live among...

Well the Overhaul to the star wars server is finished, changed to Imperial, and there will be more things to do. Feel free do join.

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Time marches on, Our Fallen Brothers marching with. We Follow their souls, as they guide us to our resting place in the arms of our lord.

We Stand among friends, among Brothers, as we march towards the Gates of Heaven, or Savior Guiding the Way through Hell, and Beyond.

The songs of our once great Romania free, sound sweet on Christmas eve, while death is calling our legionaries, for god awaits at the gates.

The marching boots of our legionaries hit the white riddled ground of a free nation, while our god and savior stands amongst us till death.

Our legions of green, with the flags of our leader Corneliu hang over our heads waving free, while our god steps among us through the masses

During the time of our saviors birth, our families and children gather throughout our homes, happy and peaceful while our legions keep free.