This is the first single of our second album (although we haven't released the first album yet hahaha), remembering the Christmas Truce, exactly one hundred years after it has happened. The lyrics are extracts of the book "In Stahlgewittern", from the german author Ernst Jünger. May we, by the remembrance of this gigantic disaster in the history of mankind, build a world of peace, in the spirit of this common heritage we celebrate today!
A word from the singer:
Today, Christmas, is up to the difficult task of remembering one of the saddest moments of mankind's history. Not because we are a metal band, in any way wanting to disrespect this date of hope for thousands of Christians and followers of other religions who pay homage to this day, or even those who have no religion, but take advantage of the date to celebrate with their loved ones. We chose to launch our single "In Stahlgewittern" today for a very specific reason.
As many may perceive by hearing the song, "In Stahlgewittern" is a very raw tribute to the book of the German writer Ernst Jünger, who began his career with this work, Storm of Steel, describing his experience on the Western Front. Ernst Jünger was considered controversial by many critics for presenting to the public a book of war that does not focus on criticism of the events that occurred between 1914-18, but portrays the war in the same way that the music seeks to portray the book: raw and savage, just how it was.
Ernst Jünger focuses his book on the Sublime side of the war, the war as an aesthetic experience, by the graphic nature of his descriptions of the battlefield, and as a spiritual and ethical experience, refreshing the character, and an expiation of sins by the overcoming of the limits of humanity, the identification of man in its most primitive state with the warrior ethos, as valued in the Prussian militarist culture within which the author was born.
After the release of the book, still under the Weimar Republic, Ernst Jünger released another book, Auf den Marmorklippen, which reports the destruction of a traditional society under the baton of a personalist and collectivist leader, who was quickly identified with Adolf Hitler, who came to offer the author a chair in the Reichstag, despite strong criticism addressed to him by the author, offer that was refused.
Ernst Jünger then identified himself politically with a group of writers, journalists, politicians and lawyers who identified under the generic term of Conservative Revolutionaries. This group stood by the rejection of the Weimar Republic and the support to the fallen Second Reich, the German Empire of the Hohenzollerns, though some went further and sought in the politics of the First Reich, the medieval Holy Roman Empire, support for their political positions. Of this group, many disbanded to support the National Socialist party when it ascended to the power. Ernst Jünger, as we have seen, was not one of them.
The dissatisfaction of the members of this group can be explained by the conditions that led to the war itself, especially the Sonderweg, the "third way" Germany persecuted, or at least the imperial politics as perpetrated in the minds of Germans and Germanophiles during the nineteenth century, repudiating the hardships of Western democracy and at the same time, the eastern tsarism. However, the Conservative Revolutionaries, many still held reminiscent policies distinctly associated with the Sonderweg as adequate state policies.
All this phenomenon fits into the concept of the New Ideas that dominated the 19th century, which destabilized the development of a society that had been progressing and reforming (if any) since the dawn of Christianity. Here we can fit the concepts that are usually called "Long Middle Ages," popularized by the late (resquesciat in pacem) French medievalist Jacques Le Goff, and "Long Nineteenth Century", the internationally renowned historian Eric Hobsbawm, also deceased (RIP ), both connected through a Hegelian structure to see history as a dialectical process, ie something like seeing the contradictions of the first concept addressed in the second, which, in turn, failed to resolve their contradictions today, starting the tragedy of the twentieth century in 1914's bloodbath.
However, today, at Christmas, a hundred years ago, the soldiers over both sides of No Man's Land, though buffeted by doctrines that, then, and even today, in a way only more refined, preached the dehumanization of the human being, remembered that 1914 years ago, at the time, a little boy was born in Bethlehem, bringing all the omnipotence of God in a loving face for His children, preaching forgiveness and love for our neighbor. And then, remembering something the man of the 19th century had apparently forgotten, but it was so present in the life of the man of the last great era, the Long Middle Ages, the soldiers dropped their weapons and crossed No Man's Land to exchange gifts and remember the date on which all human beings are, more than every day of the year, children of the same Father and brothers, amongst each other and of the God Incarnate.
P.S.: Trieb is not compromised with any kind of evangelization, respecting equally every religion as a manifestation of the human spirit and the faith of each of her members in the Salvation.
Ein großes Herz fühlt vor dem
Tod kein Grauen, wann er auch kommt,
wenn er nur rühmlich, ist.
reihen neu sich an die alten,
Künden wie das Reich erstanden,
künden wie das Reich erhalten.
Vernichtungstrieb in die Feuergarben.
Ich rannte den feuerspeienden
Gibraltar, das ist Euer
Zeichen und fürwahr,
Ihr habt gestanden
wie der Fels werim brandenden Meer!
Man ist eine Welt für sich,
vollgesogen von der dunklen,
die über dem wüsten Gelände
lastet. Nach sekundenlangem
inneren Kampfe hatte ich mich
in der Hand. Ich schritt vorüber.
Fastnacht der Hölle
Der übermächtige Wunsch zu töten,
beflügelte meine Schritte.
Die Wut entpreßte mir bittere Tränen.
Der Tod hielt eine Hetzjagd ab.
Ein merkwürdiges Gefühl,
einem Menschen ins Auge zu sehen,
den man selbst getötet
Da erblickte ich den ersten Feind.
Eine Gestalt kauerte etwa drei
Meter vor mir, anscheinend verwundet,
in der Mitte der zertrommelten Mulde.
Ich sah sie bei meinem Erscheinen
zusammenfahren und mich mit weit
geöffneten Augen anstarren,
als ich ganz langsam, die Pistole
vorstreckend, auf sie zuschritt.
Zähneknirschend setzte ich
die Mündung an die Schläfe
des vor Angst Gelähmten;
mit einem Klagelaut griff er
in seine Tasche und hielt mir
eine Karte vor Augen.
Es war das Bild von ihm,
umgeben von einer zahlreichen Familie . . .
Es ging zum letzten Sturm. Wie oft waren wir in den verflossenen Jahren in ähnlicher Stimmung in die westliche Sonne geschritten! Les Eparges, Guillemont, St. Pierre-Vaast, Langemarck, Paschendale, Moeuvres, Braucourt, Mory! Wieder winkte ein blutiges Fest.
So mögen die Männer der Renaissance von ihren Leidenschaften gepackt sein, so mag ein Cellini gerast haben, Werwölfe, die heulend durch die Nacht hetzen, um Blut zu trinken.
Diese für uns typischen Dinge haben sehr geschadet. Die Form erstickte den Geist. Der Krieg wurde bürokratisiert.
Seine Majestät der Kaiser hat Ihnen den Orden Pour le Mérite verliehen. Ich beglückwünsche Sie im Namen der ganzen Division.
released December 25, 2014
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