Goes without saying.
Adolf Hitler (April 20, 1889 — ∞)
Today, April 20th, marks the 125th Birthday of Adolf Hitler, the Man Against Time.
Coincidentally, this year, his birthday takes place on the same day as the Resurrection of Jesus Christ.
Even though the attitude of Adolf Hitler towards Christianity remains ambiguous, there is no doubt, at all, that each one of these personalities has altered the course of history, and shaped the face of the world, each in his own way. While Jesus did not wield any worldly power and he has had no throne to claim his own, Adolf Hitler was the most powerful man at his time and his Imperium stretched from the Far East all the way to the shores of the Atlantic Ocean. However, even this Greater Germanic Reich, manifested by the triumph of Adolf Hitlers’ will, was not meant to last in this World. What remains is a grand vision transcending anything he did or did not achieve during his brief lifetime. A vision that rose up from the ashes of a Reich in ruins.
Adolf Hitler has witnessed foulness festering among mankind, corrupting what once was sacred, noble and pure. He became reformer up in arms, gathering faithful disciples while he forged the destiny of a Nation. Eventually, he was brought down by the combined force of his numerous enemies. But he returned from the valley of the shadow of death; as the eternal Truth, as the everlasting inspiration, as the immortal vision that can guide us from the darkness of the bottomless pit up to the light of a New Dawn. On his Birthday, we show our utmost reverence and gratitude to the Man Against Time. He lives on in our hearts, as we preach his gospel and live by his word. Heil Hitler!
É uma Pátria quebrando cadeias,
É um silêncio que volta a cantar,
É um regresso de heróis às ameias,
Da cidade que volta a lutar.
É um deserto que vemos florir,
É uma fonte jorrando de novo,
É uma aurora que volta a sorrir
Nos olhos cansados do Povo.
E já ardem bandeiras vermelhas,
Nos campos há gritos de guerra,
Nas trevas da noite há centelhas,
Das rosas em festa da terra.
Canta o vento nos trigos doirados,
Dançam ondas à luz das fogueiras,
E nas sombras guerreiros alados
Erguem espadas entre as oliveiras.
É uma Pátria de novo sagrada,
Acordada da morte esquecida,
Vitória da nova alvorada:
Lusitânia em giesta florida.
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