Cold Spring Records

[Troy Southgate]

For those wishing to purchase the latest material by H.E.R.R., please visit our friends at Cold Spring Records:

http://www.coldspring.co.uk/

[Marco Polo]

i bought the fall of constantinople. great record, highly recommended.

[Troy Southgate]

Thanks, Marco - glad you like it :)

[Marco Polo]

sorry i put the wrong title, had spengler on the brain. it is winter of constantinople. whoops.

[Troy Southgate]

That's a common mistake, actually, given that it's the title of the first track on the album!

[Marco Polo]

I have been meaning to ask you for a while but could you please post the lyrics of 'Hopes die in winter'?

I like it as it has a good message (as do most) but also because it reminds me of one of Normans speeches, you guys know the one, the alarm clock one. wake up gahan, get to work.

[Mirko]

the chains of socialism

[Troy Southgate]

Thanks. The lyrics are about the latest warrior spirit expressed through football hooliganism, which I see as a modern embodiment of the kshatriya caste (see Evola), although it also laments the fact that few hooligans take much notice of the wider perspective. Here are the lyrics:

HOPES DIE IN WINTER (Copyright, HERR 2004).


Saturday comes around, and the offices and factories lie empty and still,
The five-day week nobodies are clocking out, and checking in,
Transforming themselves into a self-initiated fraternity of warrior knights,
A do-it-yourself battering ram at the decrepit heart of social conformity.
There are people to meet and trains to catch, the family man is left at the station by his vicious alter-ego,
And from August until the following May, he’s a sporting man, a gambling man,
A loose cannon at the back of the stand, a broken glass in the side of your head,
A tooled-up aggressor on the streets of your favourite town.
This is the language of the fist and the boot,
But hopes die in winter, when it’s too cold to fight.



These are the nightmare legions of the dispossessed, the remaining patriots, the tribalists that time forgot,
Their heartfelt frustrations fuelled by a localized fanaticism, nihilism fused with sentiment and nostalgia,
Love of place & pride of birth: twin pillars into which the globalists dare not steer their planes of destruction,
The final vestiges of blood, honour & glory explode into life in a city bar,
A pocket crusade in an otherwise sterile world,
A calling card flutters in the wind like a battle-standard,
Defiant to the last, unrepentant beneath the crumbling Victorian arches beside the railway line,
Brutalised rebels, now looking for a Cause.
This is the language of the fist and the boot,
But hopes die in winter, when it’s too cold to fight.



Let’s think seriously about this, what is the logical outcome of this means to an end?
If, indeed, such an end exists in the first place? The tribe is the essence, a localized struggle for identity,
Scarves and banners are raised from the mud like pagan deities, whilst Europe is the wider principle,
An organic imperium of hearts and minds.
These are our circles within circles, our blood within blood,
But will they fight for the diseased soul of Europe when the boundaries of the circle begin to expand?
And petty rivalries forgotten so that the blood can truly unite?
Will they join us in the cause of pan-Europa?
This is the language of the fist and the boot,
But our hopes will die in winter … when it’s too cold … to fight.
Our hopes will die in winter … when it’s too cold … to fight.

[Troy Southgate]

The football chants in the background, by the way, were recorded at Selhurst Park, home of my local team (Crystal Palace).

[Marco Polo]

incredible!

i love those words. really captured what i think of English football hooligans. #

Maltese can see similarities in village feasts. wonderful events where the 'volk' can show their pagan origins without even realising it. madonna of this, madonna of that, saint this, saint that. rivalries between towns and saints. really pisses off the globalists who would like to change them into corporate sponsored events. Imagine the '2010 pepsi-cola festa ta' Santa Marija'. All united under the McDonalds golden arches.

Bloody great song and a great album guys. wish you every success.

[Troy Southgate]

Thanks, Marco.

It's wonderful how these things continue to endure today in a variety of different forms. It reveals just how timeless and eternal these concepts are. Some positive and some negative, but each necessary to maintain the essential balance of the cosmos.

[etoile noir]

i heard your recent concert in leicester square was very good, in fact here is a review i received from a mutual friend ;)

On Saturday I went to see Troy’s band HERR at the Marquee in Leicester Square.
The evening was one of the most memorable of my life. Watching the news reports of the intafada in France, then catching a tube to the West End and watching these new bands was more than galvanizing.

This is the kind of music Europeans will need in the months and years to come.

[Troy Southgate]

That's great. Please thank your friend for coming along on behalf of the group. I'm glad s/he found it inspiring.