One can not fail to see at the bottom of all these noble races the beast of prey, the splendid blond beast prowling about avidly in search of spoil and victory; this hidden core needs to erupt from time to time, the animal has to get out again and go back to the wilderness

some pack of blond beasts of prey, a conqueror- and master-race which, organized for war and with the force to organize unhesitatingly lays its terrible claws upon a populace perhaps tremendously superior in numbers but still formless and wandering.

“The beginnings of everything great on earth [are] soaked in blood thoroughly and for a long time.”

Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength [Kraft].
Through strength, I gain power [Macht].
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall set me free.

There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death, there is the Force.