Дошел до Трелинга, зачистив по ходу, одну
пещеру для местных повстанцев. Четыре
скелета, к счастью, не воинов, у которых
стрелы застревают в костях. А я — лучник.
Жопа. К счастью, мой напарник принял на себя
основной удар, а я был на добивании. Классно
работаем.
Ммммммммозги!
Простите, вы зомби, или просто хотите
пошутить?
Ну, вообще-то я зомби.
Ладно, тогда я не стану открывать дверь.
Простите, просто не хотелось вам врать.
…In ancient times once rode across the land
A man unknown on a horse of untold grand,
Adorned his cape by thirty runes of gold
Of whom the tales since ages unknown told…
…The man arrived at the shore of sea
And gazed onto the nightly sky,
His ears could hear and his eyes could see
Two ravens dark as night passing by…
…In a distance far the thunder sounds
And lightnings reached the frozen grounds,
His breath ran fast, his heart pounded strong
As the day now came, awaited oh so long…
…Tears will fall and blood will soon be shed
When the dawn heralds the twilight of the day…
Then into battle they will ride with their swords in hand
For a heathenish foray…
…Countless miles he rode through ice and knee-deep snow
Over mountains 'till the landscape changed its face
So he at last arrived where winds blew strong and chill
Like a welcome to all those who trod this place…
…He in cape was wrapped, and with his hammer ‹round his neck
He forced his way though he didn›t saw the path,
But he did not rest, 'till he had crossed this land of chill
And the storm had calmed, when he stood alone on hill…
…His eyes could see the forrest shining bright
And it's trees reflected solens golden light,
The sound of horns then reached his ears
To welcome him and take away his fears…
…From all their lands the kings, they came
With their retinue of countless men,
And the maiden in full armour sat on their horses,
Winged, until the right began…
So he rested a while an recovered from his ride,
The horizon gleamed by the mighty northers light,
And the elder ones sang tales about the past,
Of their ancestors pride, that will forever last…
…As the darkness fell and gone was solens light
The silence ruled amongst the men of heathenpride,
Who gatheren in a mighty battle-line
And awaited their Gods to give the final sign…
clouds of another life
wash across the sunlight
changing shape as they go by
thought i saw your face there
but like them
you jus' disappear
disappear into empty sky
quietly
and so removed from reason
hey
have you ever had to reason?
hey
the eagle comes and goes
to somewhere much higher
when the silence grows
can you hear it, sniper?
visions and memories
where some one once laid flowers
for the past and things to come
thought you were gone
but i can feel you
so i turn around
turn around yes, and there you are
here again
can you give it some meaning?
hey
ask again, but you say nothing
hey
motion without sound
ice inside the fire
the stillness in the storm
silence hides the sniper
eagles come and go
to someplace much higher
and when the silence grows
can you hear it, sniper?
Passive fields. January two thousand and twelve.
A nation that stands alone.
Cold voices, faces pale,
gathered unto their judgement day.
Such pride remains unbroken.
Such words remain unspoken.
Just mothers to stand in vain and cry.
Tears and medals in the rain.
Shall I recall when justice did prevail?
No reason to be found why reason did fail.
The all clear resounding.
The way was clear to rebuild this land.
Shall I call on you to guide me well,
to see our hopes and dreams fulfilled?
On this day of our ascension.
Stand your ground this is what we are fighting for.
For our spirit and laws and ways.
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war.
For heaven or hell we shall not wait.
Shall I think of honour and pride
or lament it's aged slow demise?
Shall I stand as a total stranger
on this day in this stone chamber?
The all clear resounding.
The way was clear to rebuild this land.
Shall I call on you to guide me well.
To see our hopes and dreams fulfilled.
On this day of our ascension,
on this day we praise the fallen.
Stand your ground this is what we are fighting for.
For our spirit and laws and ways.
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war.
For heaven or hell we shall not wait.
Shall I think of honour as lies
or lament it's aged slow demise?
Shall I stand as a total stranger
on this day in this stone chamber?
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Контент с Двачей воруешь?
В пзде
Я прст хч знт гд нши
>>1066123>>1066125
Уёбывайте на ссач.
>>1066131
Чт тке ссч
Что несет этот уебок? И что это за дерьмо на пике?
>>1066133
Рот твоей мамаши — шлюхи.
>>1066137
Новый <<мем>> мочессача.
Нш н сущств, д
>>1066139
Какого хуя этот уебок постит без фавиконки? Я теперь зашкварен тем, что отписался в мочетреде. Фу блять, фу нахуй. Пойду под струю.
>>1066142
Ты зашкварен уже родился, ибо Нульчан — это синоним самого зашквара. Так-то.
>>1066142
Хаха, начальник, этот пидорас обосрался
>>1066145
Что, простите?
>>1066147
Вся суть дискуссии с малолетним долбоёбом.
>>1066150
Я вас не понимаю.
Дошел до Трелинга, зачистив по ходу, одну пещеру для местных повстанцев. Четыре скелета, к счастью, не воинов, у которых стрелы застревают в костях. А я — лучник. Жопа. К счастью, мой напарник принял на себя основной удар, а я был на добивании. Классно работаем.
Гипердвач.
>>1066142
Под струю мочи?
Обезьяний трипомочессачепедальчан.
Гипердвач, это как двач, только гипер.
До сих пор на шее висит пещера Ортеги с кучей бандюков и пещера с тремя мракорисами. Это слишком сложно, даже для меня.
>>1066164
Готоблядок чтоли.
И срз плсю
>>1066166
т знш гд нши?
>>1066165 Да. Проблемы?
>>1066162
Колчан — наследник Двача.
>>1066137
Т см дрьм
эт вонни
>>1066167
>>1066141
>>1066169
Не считая того, что готика — ссаное говно для быдла, а готоблядки — опущенцы, больше проблем нет.
Теперь этих вести. Пидарасы.
>>1066174
Это не так.
>>1066174
Моррообиженник закукарекал.
>>1066172
Забирай отсюда свое говно и обратно на мочепарашу неси.
Warning! Shitstorm approaches!
>>1066181
Мы тпрь тту жть бдуем
тту бдет свя осбая атмсфреа
И не трейлер, а Трелис.
>>1066184
Я не пониаю твоей писанины, у тебя что, вместо рук хуи?
Давайте ляжем спать.
ДЖРЖБА — ЭТ МГИЯ!
>>1066188
Уч нвоый гипреязкы
Ммммммммозги!
Простите, вы зомби, или просто хотите пошутить?
Ну, вообще-то я зомби.
Ладно, тогда я не стану открывать дверь.
Простите, просто не хотелось вам врать.
>>1066191
Да.
http://cs303313.userapi.com/…xbfjKA8Y.jpg
чен жлк чт я н ншл нш
>>1066201
Их нт в прирде
Где бы не появился мочехлёб, он всегда несёт «свою атмосферу» — прокисшей параши, мочи и залупы.
>>1066212
Бугурт пидорнутого?
Не расстраивайся, хватит жить прошлым.
…In ancient times once rode across the land
A man unknown on a horse of untold grand,
Adorned his cape by thirty runes of gold
Of whom the tales since ages unknown told…
…The man arrived at the shore of sea
And gazed onto the nightly sky,
His ears could hear and his eyes could see
Two ravens dark as night passing by…
…In a distance far the thunder sounds
And lightnings reached the frozen grounds,
His breath ran fast, his heart pounded strong
As the day now came, awaited oh so long…
…Tears will fall and blood will soon be shed
When the dawn heralds the twilight of the day…
Then into battle they will ride with their swords in hand
For a heathenish foray…
…Countless miles he rode through ice and knee-deep snow
Over mountains 'till the landscape changed its face
So he at last arrived where winds blew strong and chill
Like a welcome to all those who trod this place…
…He in cape was wrapped, and with his hammer ‹round his neck
He forced his way though he didn›t saw the path,
But he did not rest, 'till he had crossed this land of chill
And the storm had calmed, when he stood alone on hill…
…His eyes could see the forrest shining bright
And it's trees reflected solens golden light,
The sound of horns then reached his ears
To welcome him and take away his fears…
…From all their lands the kings, they came
With their retinue of countless men,
And the maiden in full armour sat on their horses,
Winged, until the right began…
So he rested a while an recovered from his ride,
The horizon gleamed by the mighty northers light,
And the elder ones sang tales about the past,
Of their ancestors pride, that will forever last…
…As the darkness fell and gone was solens light
The silence ruled amongst the men of heathenpride,
Who gatheren in a mighty battle-line
And awaited their Gods to give the final sign…
>>1066224 Падальщик сосет у Безымянного? Понимаю.
>>1066227
сосачер сосет у абу
>>1066224
фу блядь, фу бляхуй
Что это, блядь, за дерьмо?
>>1066233 Понимаю.
>>1066241
>>1066123
clouds of another life
wash across the sunlight
changing shape as they go by
thought i saw your face there
but like them
you jus' disappear
disappear into empty sky
quietly
and so removed from reason
hey
have you ever had to reason?
hey
the eagle comes and goes
to somewhere much higher
when the silence grows
can you hear it, sniper?
visions and memories
where some one once laid flowers
for the past and things to come
thought you were gone
but i can feel you
so i turn around
turn around yes, and there you are
here again
can you give it some meaning?
hey
ask again, but you say nothing
hey
motion without sound
ice inside the fire
the stillness in the storm
silence hides the sniper
eagles come and go
to someplace much higher
and when the silence grows
can you hear it, sniper?
what goes through your sniper's mind?
>>1066244
Я спрсл гд мжн нйти нш
>>1066249
убери это говно
Passive fields. January two thousand and twelve.
A nation that stands alone.
Cold voices, faces pale,
gathered unto their judgement day.
Such pride remains unbroken.
Such words remain unspoken.
Just mothers to stand in vain and cry.
Tears and medals in the rain.
Shall I recall when justice did prevail?
No reason to be found why reason did fail.
The all clear resounding.
The way was clear to rebuild this land.
Shall I call on you to guide me well,
to see our hopes and dreams fulfilled?
On this day of our ascension.
Stand your ground this is what we are fighting for.
For our spirit and laws and ways.
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war.
For heaven or hell we shall not wait.
Shall I think of honour and pride
or lament it's aged slow demise?
Shall I stand as a total stranger
on this day in this stone chamber?
The all clear resounding.
The way was clear to rebuild this land.
Shall I call on you to guide me well.
To see our hopes and dreams fulfilled.
On this day of our ascension,
on this day we praise the fallen.
Stand your ground this is what we are fighting for.
For our spirit and laws and ways.
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war.
For heaven or hell we shall not wait.
Shall I think of honour as lies
or lament it's aged slow demise?
Shall I stand as a total stranger
on this day in this stone chamber?
>>1066123
На сосач, быдло! И это говно с собой захвати.
Ну и хули вы читаете?
>>1066271
Изба-читальня же.
>>1066271
Ну, братишка, я тебе почитать принес.
Да здравствует Окара!
Имя ему один-кун
в жопу!
Он известный потаскун
На колчане крутит борды
И ебёт
>>1066288
ахахахаха малаца
Ну все, расходимся, не сидите тут.
>>1066299
К тебе на парашу? Я, тогда, лучше тут посижу.
>>1066302
Чем плохо наше королевство?
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