A Requiem for Scandinavia

As we all know Gallia (alias France) has deep roots. Just north of where I live is a 2000 year-old town, Limoges. Just south of where I live lies Lascaux, a cave with 17300 year-old artwork inside. Medieval towers, towns and castles lie strewn across the landscape here, and the old roads sink down deep in-between the fields. Europeans have lived in this area for hundreds of thousands of years. My own homeland, Skanþe’s land by the sea (Skanþinawjo, alias Skandinavia), has been covered in kilometer-thick glaciers many times since man first came to Gallia, and every time the Europeans living there were driven away by the glaciers, and were forced southwards. Yes: (amongst other places in Europe) to Gallia… No man can live in Northern Europe for long during an Ice Age. Not even Europeans.

We are entering a new Ice Age as we speak. It might not be clear until some time has passed, maybe 10 years, or 100. The only thing we know for sure is that glaciers will again cover the land of the hunting god Skanþe. This will happen sooner or later, but it will of course take some time before the glaciers cover most of the land again. We will see mountain peaks rising from the ice like islands in a white ocean. We will see migrations of peoples too: some 18 million Scandinavians being forced southwards by the ice… and Finns too, and Britons, and all the other peoples living far north or up high in the European mountains. They will all come down and southwards…

The degenerated, depraved, sick, suicidal, non-European filth that has been built in Scandinavia the last few hundred years existed no more than a flash moment in the history of the tribes of Scandinavia. The glaciers will crush it all completely and wash it away in no time – into the oblivion, where it belongs. No sane man will fell a single tear for it.

With fondness I remember the cultural monuments that mattered in Scandinavia, that lasted and influenced the tribes living there for thousands of years. These European monuments and what they stand for have been hammered into our blood and bones, our minds and spirits, and will never leave us; like Gallia will never leave the “French” native population, or any other Europeans for that sake. When the ice crush them they will live on in us, and they will return when we return one day, some 12000 years or so from now; to hunt with spears for reindeer and other game, I am sure…

Let the ice, the night and the darkness rule Scandinavia for some time now. We will miss you, and return when we can. We always do. Sweet dreams. Sleep tight. Good night, Skanþinawjo! HailaR Skanþe!

In memory of what once was: