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Legionary destiny of the Iron Guard: Hymn of Mota-Marin

“How many times has Fascism been accused with obtuse malevolence of barbarity? Well yes: once you understand the true significance of this barbarity we will boast of it, as the expression of the healthy energies which shatter false and baleful idols, and restore the health of the nation within the power of a State conscious of its sovereign rights which are its duties.”


A second of legendary marches from the Romanian Iron Guard movement, in the Hymn of Mota-Marin. There is remarkable vigor in the hymns of the Romanian Iron Guard Fascist movement. The spirit of MARS, truly.

They would have rebutted me, and said, “No comrade, the spirit of the Cross. . .” I admire this vigor in these men, when they are brought to embrace such ideas, and envy it, because men of the same spirit and machismo will be needed. I regard the Iron Guard as an interesting phenomenon. It is not their attitudes toward races, from the opinions of Codreanu however, that we could ever embrace, nevertheless . . . have a listen. This post is meant to capture the ideal of Fascism and the heart of the movement and its movers in their time. The songs tell us of battle between political forces and the brotherhood of the Romanian Iron Guard cult.

Romanian Legionnaires’, Ion Moța, in 1936, led a team of seven Legionnaires to assist general Francisco Franco in fighting the Spanish Civil War against the Spanish Republican faction of Anarchists and Marxists. In the battle at Majadahonda in Spain on January 13th, Moța and Marin both died after being hit by gunfire. General Franco made Moța and Marin martyrs, erecting a monument on the spot of their death.

Imnul Mota-MarinThe Hymn of Mota-Marin
Sunt ruguri de flacari. E Spania-n scrum.There are pyres and flames, Spain is in ashes…
Gloantele cad în altar.Bullets fall on the alter.
În negrele santuri cu sânge si fum,In black ditches with blood and smoke
Ploua cu schije si jar.There rains shrapnel and fire.
Dar sub obuze,But under the bombs,
Gloante si spuze,Bullets and heaps,
Par legionarii niste munti…Appear the Legionaries like mountains…
Ranita-n zare,Injured on the horizon
Crucea le-apareThe Cross appears
Si ceru-i mângâie pe frunti.And asked it for comfort on the forehead.
Noaptea-n transee legionarii,At night in trenches Legionaries
În ploaie îsi fac rugaciunea…In the rain make their prayer…
Mintea lor trece fruntariiTheir dreams move across frontiers
Si-n gând li s-aprinde Legiunea,And in their thought the Legion flashes
Si vad Capitanul si taraAnd they see the Captain and country
Cu sfântu-i destin legionar.With the saintliness of Legionary destiny.
Obuzele tuna, împroasca otel…The shells thunder, steel splashes…
Tancuri pornesc ca din iad.Tanks start as if from hell.
Si Mota e-n frunte, Marin lânga elAnd Mota in front, Marin next to him,
Rosii, grenadele cad…Red garnets fall…
Printre retele,Among networks,
Mine, srapnele,Mines, shrapnel,
Schijele ploua fier de sus.Splinters raining from above….
Loviti în frunte,Struck in the forehead,
Cu bratele frânte,With their arms broken,
Cad legionarii lui Iisus.Legionaries fall by Jesus.
Mota în sant plin de sânge,Mota, in the ditch, full of blood,
Sopteste murind rugaciunea:Whispered, while dying, a prayer:
“Moartea la pieptu-i ne strânge“Death we tighten to our chests
Sa creasca mai mândra Legiunea.So that the Legion will grow more proudly;
Sa faci, Capitane, o taraSo that the Captain may make the Country
Ca soarele sfânt de pe cer!”Like the holy sun in the Sky!”
Dar jertfele sfinte ard pururi în noi.But holy sacrifices burn forever in us;
Jertfele ne-au mântuit,Sacrifices have saved us.
Si cresc din morminte martirii eroi,And martyred heroes rise from the grave
Neamul se-nalta sfintit.The Nation rises sanctified.
Legiunea-ntreaga,The Legion as a whole
Jurând se leaga,Swearing and bound
Ca sa urmeze jertfa lor.To follow their sacrifice.
Din legaminteFrom covenant
Si din morminteAnd holy sacrifice
Va creste-un neam biruitor.Will grow a victorious people.
Scumpii eroi ne vegheazaWe watch our beloved heroes
Si duc spre lumina Legiunea.And lead to the light of the Legion.
Toti vrem o moarte viteaza,We all want a brave death,
Ca ei ne soptim rugaciunea:Like they we whisper our prayer:
“Sa faci, Capitane, o tara“So that the Captain may make the Country
Ca soarele sfânt de pe cer!”Like the Holy Sun in the sky!”
Azi sfintele oase le-am pus temeliiToday, we put the holy bones in the ground
Vajnice neamului dac,Eternal, with the Nation,
Si ele înfrunta de-acum vesnicii,And from now they face eternity,
Stânci tencuite cu veac…Rocks plastered with age.
Dar de-or sa vieBut they will live when there will come
Vremi de urgieTimes of scourge
Pentru destinul legionar,For Legionary destiny
Din oseminteFrom the bones
Si din morminteAnd holy sacrifice
Cei doi eroi vor creste iar!The two heroes will rise again.
Mota, Arhanghel si munte,Mota, Archangel and mountains
Marin ca o flacara mare.Marin like a great flame,
Cu Capitanul în frunteWith the Captain in front
Ne-or duce în viscol de soare:We will go through storm or sun;
“Sa faci, Capitane, o tara“So that the Captain may make the Country
Ca soarele sfânt de pe cer!”Like the Holy Sun in the sky!”

THE LEGIONARY MOVEMENT IN ROMANIA, Alexander E. Ronnett, M.D. & Faust Bradescu, Ph.D.

“It is the authors’ observation that most people make the mistake of not considering socio-political phenomena in their natural context in order to discover the legitimate causes, the true sense of their development, and especially their importance in the environment which fostered them. Carried away by the passion of political convictions or by the hope of immediate benefits, they reduce every phenomenon to a linear problem: good or bad, to be accepted or rejected.

Moreover, governments, the authorities, “reason” in the same manner. This maintains an atmosphere of suspicion and misunderstanding and is detrimental to the awakening of consciousness to what we believe are certain essential truths.

This disposition of the public to a puerile partisanship is manipulated by those who are interested in compromising, or even in annihilating, a historical, political, or social truth. They know that the mass man:
…reduces everything to his personal conception, considering as false and dangerous anything which does not conform to his thoughts;
…is incapable of placing himself in the socio-historical context of the phenomenon in order to judge it according to reality, nor does he manage to make abstraction from his own reality, and comparisons are reduced to what seems just and perfect in relationship to himself;
…and is influenced by what the press disseminates without ever being able to perceive the lies, exaggerations and perfidious insinuations which infest most of these communications.

Therefore, playing upon these attitudes of the mass man, it is easy for dishonest people to direct even the most liberal and intelligent opinion and to lead the most honest and just people into error.”


Interested in the historical context before the Romanian Iron Guard in the eighteenth and nineteenth-century, and in relation to specialized area of focus within Religious Studies or Historio-Political Research on Fascism? See Jordan Meale’s paper, The Romanian Iron Guard: Fascist Sacrilized Politics or Fascist Politicized Religion (Occasional Papers on Religion in Eastern Europe).

Citation. Meale, Jordan (2016) “The Romanian Iron Guard: Fascist Sacralized Politics or Fascist Politicized Religion?,” Occasional Papers on Religion in Eastern Europe: Vol. 36: Issue. 5, Article 6.

Listen to more Iron Guard in The Eternal Iconostasis: Hymn of the Legionary Youth.

“Gentlemen: Fascism is a party, a political doctrine. But Fascism, while being a party, a political doctrine is above all a total conception of life. So the fascist, whether his is writing in newspapers or reading them, going about his private life or talking to others, looking to the future or remembering the past and the past of his people, must always remember he is a Fascist. Thus he fulfills what can really be said to be the main characteristic of Fascism, to take life seriously. Life is toil, is effort, is sacrifice, is hard work.”

Che cosa è il fascismo: Discorsi e polemiche (“What is Fascism?”), Florence: Vallecchi, (1925) pp. 38-39

The Eternal Iconostasis: Hymn of the Legionary Youth (Iron Guard Anthem)

“Legionary life is beautiful, not because of riches, partying or the acquisition of luxury, but because of the noble comradeship which binds all Legionaries in a sacred brotherhood of struggle.” CORNELIU ZELEA CODREANU, FOR MY LEGIONARIES Sfânta tinerețe legionară Sfânta tinerete legionara, Holy young Legionary, Cu piept calit de fier si sufletul de crin With […]

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