Shieldmaiden

Art: The Funeral of Sigurd and Brynhild by C. Butler 1909

Hailing from the land of ice
of snowy mountains and woods mystique
Sky is hidden behind blue eyes
a shieldmaiden from antique

Golden hair like the sun
white skin pure like snow
I desire other none
my love, i think this you should know

For when i look into your face
shinning like the northern lights
I feel proud of my race
and dream of long cold winter nights

Viking woman from the past
of burning desire and unspeakable lust
Surrender yourself now you must
or i shall conquer, this i trust

A shieldmaiden never surrenders

Art: Imogen by Herbert Gustave Schmalz, 1888

but fights her way with sword and shield
Chastising roughly her offenders
and all who dared to challenge thee

"Freya is my protector and Odin is my guide
you ought to know that foolish earl!
For no one claims a maiden's pride
with arrogant words or beads of pearls"

She charged towards him with all her might
screaming in anguish she aimed for the heart
He brought no weapons to this fight
he never had guessed it would go this far

And though he escaped the deadly stroke
out from his wound spilled royal blood
Many earls he had provoked
yet a shieldmaiden picked the glove

He tried to reason her, he tried to explain
even confessed to her his love as a child
She wouldn't hear it, all was in vain
she'd gone berzerk, furious and wild

A second charge followed, this time with the shield
that caught him off guard and did brake his chin
It is not I, she screamed, but you to me shall yield",
the earl's patience was now wearing thin...

He reached for his boots and pulled out a dagger
the maiden laughed and threw down her shield
Come on,  let's fight  now my only true lover
and see who will be the earl of this field

For little do i care about gold, power or glory
i guess you should definitely know this by now...
Despite of my feelings this is not a love story
i must remain true to my vow

This vow i've taken since i was only a little lass
there's only one man i'd follow in life                                            
but first he needs to beat me in clash
and if by chance escape from death, then proudly i can be his wife

She ran towards him wielding her sword
and hit him hard right on the groin
Abruptly was cut off his life chord                  
and plunged his dagger into her loin

"We can't escape death after all",
she whispered with a smile
"Our love was never meant for this world"
he managed to reply

They hold each other blandly, kissed and died.



Ioannis Katis 

8/3/17

Written for International Women's Day 2017

The Soundtrack:

Lady of horses

Art: Lady Godiva by John Collier of the pre-Raphaelite brotherhood

In the mist of the night                                                                                                              
A graceful figure is riding with might                                            
Mountains, forests and rivers she crosses

An ancient fairy the Lady of horses


Legend has it that he who dares

confront her in a glance or stare

her shinny eyes and pretty face

he'll disappear, without a trace


Mistress of the wind

and all nature's forces

commander of creatures

the Lady of horses


With wolves by her side

she is roaming the night

followed by ravens

until the first light


Her song like pure magic

her dance of despair

No one could tame her

The lady of fair


A quest never ending                                

no matter the losses

Until she will meet

her tamer of horses.

Ioannis Katis
August 2011

The Return Of The Centaurs

Sirius has risen, on the Orion

The Sphinx has smiled long since now
We'll see Them coming on Their horses
Blazing arrows from the sky

New World Order has arisen
Provoking man, to leave his Gods
Modern slavery is upon us
To work and sleep that's their plan

Ohh can't you see it?
Revolution is to come...
Ohh can't you feel it?
REVELATION IS AT HAND!

The world connected through wires and cables

Communication has reached the stars
Millions of dollars on space programs
People starving, “KEEP THEM STARVED”

No more gold, no more oil
Now we'll use wind and sun
Cultivate earth for gas power
Not for food, while children die

Ohh can't you see it?
There shall be no one of us...
Ohh can't you feel it?
WE'RE THE SERVANTS OF THEIR PLAN!

(Apocalyptical sounds and voices, the earth trembles and the sky cracks and opens up, the sound of the Horn! )

Centaurs returning, by permission

Of thy mighty God of Sun
With Their bows and Their arrows
They will fight the Demons down

Gaze at the pyramids, how they 've opened
All aligned with the Star
At the Dawning of the Equinox
See the Sun rising, see Them come!

Ohh can't you see it?
It's the dawning of the man
Ohh can't you feel it?
ANCIENT GODS HAVE COME AGAIN!

Ιoannis Katis 12/03/12

The Soundtrack

Gorgon's Tale

When the moon will turn to red
a blood diamond in the sky
the demons dwelling in my head
will come out and start to fly

speaking riddles from the past
unveiling mysteries of the mind

stories of desire and lust

about a long forgotten kind

She used to live in the old times
across the seven seas
asking mariners in rhymes
about Alexander the King

"Is Alexander the King alive ?"
asked the sailors on the ships
but beware of the reply
cause she could drag you to the deep

"He is still alive and reigning"
that's the answer to her keen
if you'd found yourself facing
the almighty ocean queen

Half a woman half a creature
from the bottom of the sea
an extraordinary mixture
full of beauty and of bree

But if by misfortune she was told
The king her brother lives no more
tremendous rage then would unfold
and crash the ships onto the shore

Her weeping song was of despair
storm and tempest would arise
she mourned the lives she could not spare
the sea was raging from her cries

Fading to her underwater kingdom
deep down the ocean floor
mystic creature full of wisdom
were you for real or just a lore?

Ιoannis Katis 16/04/14

The Soundtrack:

To Lucasta

To Lucasta, on Going to the Wars

Richard Lovelace, 1640

Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.

True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.

Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee (Dear) so much,
Lov’d I not Honour more.

Richard Lovelace (1618-c.1658)

_____________________________

To Lucasta, Returning from the Wars, 2017

For Love to flourish, it must be pruned
Thus, to a man comes after Honor
As Death no matter pain and wounds
Should always come before Dishonor

Ioannis Katis 09/01/17

Τhe fall of Troy (Helen's Mourn) Ioannis Katis 26/08/2011

Francisco Collantes, (1599–1656)

Τhe fall of Troy (Helen's Mourn)


Ten years outside
the walls of Troy now we've been
too many killings and
blood we have seen.

I still remember
Patroclus death
and how Achilles
took his revenge.

He killed their best,
Hector now rests
behind the walls of Hades
he builds his nest.

But still the burden,
lies on Achilles chest
to take the city
his only request.

So many times,
we charged on their wall
and many have died,
a bloody toll.

Who will be left
to see the city fall?
Odysseus has
the final call.

Resting one night
close to the fire
his heart is filled
with homesick desire.

He misses his land,
his son and his wife
he has to break in
or pay with his life.

And so as he is looking
his shield carved with horses
a brilliant idea,
his mind now crosses.

He found the way ,
how to break in,
surprise the enemy
and kill from within.

He orders to build
a giant wooden horse
and draws all the ships
away from shore.

A gift from Poseidon ,
the poor Trojans thought
and brought their gift
inside their court.

All day they were feasting,
it was late night when they stopped
dancing and singing
around the horse.

Women and wine
brought them to sleep
Laocoon had warned them
"Beware of the Greeks..."

They slipped from it's belly,
hanging on rope
the Trojans were doomed,
there was no hope.

The best of the Greeks ,
were inside the walls
they gave the signal
and opened the doors.

Thousands of Greeks
invaded at once
the Trojans asleep,
they had no chance.

Their only care now
their post humus fame...
Priam watches
his city in flames.

Women and children,
they must escape
and save the race,
or meet their fate.

Paris is proud
and would not kneel
he shoots an arrow
to Achilles heel.

The only part
he could be wounded
he'd never have guessed
that Paris would knew it.

Apollo was angered
from his arrogant pride
and uncovered the secret
in Paris's mind.

The city is burning
and statues fall
hundreds of babies
are cast from the wall.

Women are raped
and Helen mourns
she wonders if this
is all her fault.

The Soundtrack:

Να είσαι Έλλην (Ιωάννης Κατής 30/01/2013)

Πηγή φωτογραφίας: http://koinosparanomastis.blogspot.gr

Να είσαι Έλλην σημαίνει...


Να περπατάς στη γη που εδίδαξαν του κόσμου οι πιο σοφοί
και που με το αίμα των προγόνων έχει αιώνες ποτιστεί.

Να ξέρεις απο το σχολειό τί ἐστιν τραγωδία
"Ἐστὶν οὖν τραγωδία μίμησις πράξεως σπουδαίας καὶ τελείας..."

Να έχεις τον ίδιο δάσκαλο για τρεις χιλιάδες χρόνια
Του Ομήρου τα ποιήματα ηρώων έπη αιώνια

Να κατακτάς στο διάβα σου με μαύρους Μυρμιδόνες
ν'αμύνεσαι περί πάτρης, να κάνεις Μαραθώνες!

Να ασκείς το σώμα σου συχνά στο δίσκο και στο δόρυ
πρώτος να σέρνεις το χoρό σαν σε βρει η Τερψιχόρη

Μα και το νου σου να εξασκείς με τη φιλοσοφία
τον κόσμο γύρω να ερευνάς και όλα του τα θεία

Να ενώνεσαι στα δύσκολα με όλες τις φατρίες
να λες το ΟΧΙ δυνατά στις αυτοκρατορίες

Και σαν θελήσει ο Θεός και σου χαρίσει ηγέτη
να γύρεις και ν'ασπαστείς τ'αλόγου σου τη χαίτη

Γιατί ήρθε η ώρα να δοξαστείς, να γράψεις ιστορία
να στήσεις μνημεία ελληνικά σε Αίγυπτο και Συρία

Να είσαι καλός καγαθός, να χεις φιλοξενία
να λακωνίζεις σαν μιλάς, να χεις αυτογνωσία

Μακράν ν' απέχεις της τρυφής και της φιλαργυρίας
το ψέμα ποτέ μην προτιμάς εκ της φιλαληθείας

Να σέβεσαι όσια και ιερά πατρώα μα και ξένα
αν θέλεις κάποτε κι' αυτά να σεβαστούν εσένα

Να αγαπάς τη γλώσσα σου και τον πολιτισμό σου
και ποτέ να μην ξεχνάς τον αλύτρωτο αδελφό σου

Να έχεις μέσα σου βαθιά τους Ολύμπιους Θεούς
μα εσένα να διαλέγει για παιδί του ο Ιησούς

Δίκαιος ως Αριστείδης και ηθικός σαν το Σωκράτη
γενναίος σαν τον Αλέξανδρο τον μέγα στρατηλάτη

Και τον Άνθρωπο να ψάχνεις με φανό σαν Διογένης
αν θες ατάραχος να είσαι, τη στιγμή που θα πεθαίνεις

Με Αριστοτέλεια εντελέχεια και με Επικούρεια ευδαιμονία
της ψυχής να εγκαθιδρύσεις την μεγάλη ηγεμονία

Πάντοτε να ταξιδεύεις, άγνωστους τόπους να 'ξερευνάς
να ιδρύεις αποικίες και να είν' παντού Ελλάς

Κι΄όταν κάποτε εκπληρώσεις τον ιερό σου το σκοπό
εις τα πέρατα του κόσμου να χει πάντα ελληνισμό

Τότε μόνο ξεκουράσου, λίγο στάσου κι' αφουγκράσου
μια ολάκερη ανθρωπότητα να δοξάζει τ'όνομα σου

Προσοχή μην περιπαίσεις από έπαρση σε ύβρη
γιατί η Νέμεσις θα σ 'εύρει και αυτό το ξέρεις ήδη

Μα να είσαι συνετός, εύσπλαχνος και ελεήμων
για να άρχεις των ανθρώπων άτιμων μα και εντίμων.

Όλα αυτά στο dna βρίσκονται το ελληνικό
και αν τα έχεις πια ξεχάσει, θα σου τα θυμίσω εγώ

Κι'αν ακόμα αναρωτιέσαι - "τι σημαίνει να είσαι Έλλην";
- Να' σαι ωσάν λύκος μοναχός μακρυά απ'την αγέλην

Περήφανος κι'ελεύθερος και όχι υποδουλωμένος
μήτε σε ξένα αφεντικά να' σαι υπερχρεωμένος

Η ασθένεια γνωστή, ο Εβραιοσιωνισμός
μόνη θεραπεία σωστή, ο επανελληνισμός

Καλύτερα με μέλανα ζωμό και κυκεώνα
παρά να εκπορνεύεσαι εις τον άπαντα αιώνα

Μόνο έτσι θα μπορέσεις να' σαι άκρως ευτυχής
όταν πάλι θα εκτιμήσεις τι θα πει ολιγαρκής

Μόνο τότε θα θαυμάσεις το γαλάζιο του ουρανού
και της θάλασσας το απέραντο βαθύ μπλε του ωκεανού...

WHITE MAN

Atlantean born
from bygone times
Of Gods and Heroes offspring
You don’t give a dime.

Since the dawning of Man
From your ancestor's fathers
You inherited knowledge
That was secret to others.

You brought up the light
For all mankind
Stolen from gods
No other could find.

You were the cradle
Of all we hold dear.
Invented philosophy
and made it all clear.

With music and theater
Enhanced all our senses
You reached for the stars
Through “magical” lenses.

By applying medicine
You healed all our wounds,
And saved us from illness
Delivered from womb.

You were the strongest
From all other race
Nature’s best choice
To honor your grace.

Although outnumbered
And always less
You managed to conquer
without any stress.

For it never matters
How many you are
When you have faith
Inside your heart.

You were victorious
In many great wars,
Fought against Empires
And installed your's on the world

But superiority
It did make you weak,
allowed the enemy
to find a leak.

You were accused
of arrogant pride,
From all other races
of far lesser kind.

They plotted against you
And did find the way
To make you like them
Inferior and lame.

But they could not do it
With no other way
Except to destroy you
A huge price to pay.

So they used false religions
To make you weak.
They changed your values
And made you sick.

They promised paradise
An afterlife eternal

As long as you don’t
Care for what’s carnal.

They criminalized sex
So you can’t reproduce
While they gave babies
As many as they could.

You were disorientated
From the meaning of life
Forgot who you are
Cause they filled you with lies.

But not even that
Was really enough
So they brought war

And it was rough.

They tried to turn whites
against other whites
In two great wars
But still you strived...

The Aryan race
They all want to fight
Cause they know it’s the best
Superior and might!

Yet after the wars
And all you had suffered
With corrupted politics
They treat you like puppets.

Controlling the countries
Of white nations left.
They made you a slave,
with financial debt.

What bombs could not finish
Or politics of hate
They just blamed you as “racist”
And you took the bate.

They demonised a person
to condemn a whole race
Finding an alibi
To put you disgrace.

The New World Order,
had planned this for good.
In times of peace
They took you for fool.

Millions of settlers
Invaded your lands
And you gave them work
Satisfied their demands.

Everything 's going
According to plan
You yield to their needs
You foolish white man!

They forbidden you words
You can no longer pronounce
They even forged History
Your past, you denounced!

You were convinced
That you're one of them!
An Indo-European
a bastard meme...

They even altered
the meaning of words.
by turning the stream
Of the river of thoughts.

Preserving purity
Is so unfashionable
They poisoned you well
With a world multinational.

Though always regarded
Mother Nature as wise.
You destroy the mechanism
for diversity in life.

One race, one nation
One religion, one faith
You succumbed to globalism
and praised the New Age.

How much hypocrite
White man can you be?
To care for all species
Except for thee?

Struggling to preserve
The wolf and the drake
While you’re walking
The path to your grave!

You were betrayed
You were enslaved.
And now you’re trapped
Inside their maze.

This is a battle
You must not lose.
To make your stand
You have to choose.

You have to act
Before it’s too late.
You have to fight
Or meet your fate.

Their plan is exposed
Extermination.
Through racial mixing.
Abomination!

A deadly virus
infecting your race
With bastard blood
and unholy grace.

Wake up white man
And face the truth.
It’s a crime against Humanity
A crime against You!

You have to stand up
no more standing still
Accept responsibility
Cause nobody will!

They've given a century
Before you shall perish!
White beauty on earth
Your burden to cherish!

Be brave and be proud
Nothing is lost
As long as you wake up
And come out from the frost!

Denounce New World Order
Deny multi nationalism
Oppose to the Zionism
And all multiculturalism!

Stop racial mixing
Save us from drown.
Dream for a white world
Not one that’s brown

Ioannis Katis 28/05/12

                                          Dedicated to Lord George Gordon Byron and Friedrich Nietzsche

                                                                                              The Vanguard 

 

The song