and some random gangsters asking me to semi-
n'I'm like no
then some gross fuckn hardcore fans
battle of the bands
worship the goat


the monsterit's been a long time since the last confrontationthe monster
and I've forgotten it's ways
the monster has returned from it's decreptic concrete sarcophagus burial
it's filth is spreading - it creeps along the floors and the walls.
the colour of dried blood and burns
it's breath is poison - scorched lungs and seared eyes
it's thoughts are of war and it fucking remembers
and It seems that I'm the only insurgent
it's thunderous march it's shrieking
prisoners
the dark
fucking
ab


KanteleMy fingers dance across the strings, they shimmer under the moon Kantele speaks the word of Gods, transformed into a tune Two and thirty strands of gut strung over water-wolf's bone Sings songs of sadness, and of hope, of final journeys home Like bits of ice the notes ring out, over lake of blue Echoes off the darkened sky, where only songbirds flew The gift of Väinämöinen, to the children of pohjola He who lived a thousand lives, and sang away from the world Kantele speaks the word of Gods, forgotten but under pines Reminds the children of the world that words are not lostKantele
winter morning

Warhorn's CallWe matched them sword-for-sword In the hours of the morning The sun was risen off the water And it bathed us through the mistWarhorn's Call
The air was cold and silent
And dread hung in my heart I felt by the end of the battle I'd be feasting before the Gods
Though we were the ancient Northmen The painted ones of old Those who raise the iron stones I knew we'd die in vain
I saw the sacred omen Watched the raven o'er my head I knew in my soul at that moment These bastards would see us dead
I'd feel no pain in the pyre With my we
--
Proud Ásatrúar
"As free men we are born, and as free men we shall die"
--
You can never get the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, because a rainbow is an infinite loophole. It seems so close yet so far, but knowing that you can never get it, why bother?
--
______________________________ ________________
What if Bad Things Happen to your Precious Logging Truck
Sugar in the Gas Tank
Slashed Tires
You're Fucked!
--
You can never get the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, because a rainbow is an infinite loophole. It seems so close yet so far, but knowing that you can never get it, why bother?
--
______________________________ ________________
What if Bad Things Happen to your Precious Logging Truck
Sugar in the Gas Tank
Slashed Tires
You're Fucked!
--
You can never get the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, because a rainbow is an infinite loophole. It seems so close yet so far, but knowing that you can never get it, why bother?
--
Just because it doesn't see
Doesn't mean its not having fun..
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