

The Tyrants Who Play GodI am a stranger here in this strange land As my ancestors of the North were Death, war, steel, and blood their welcome Because they would not bow, Would not bow before tyrants playing God.The Tyrants Who Play God
They were strangers there in that strange land My noble ancestors of northern blood Snow, winter, sea, and water gone The crucifix before them, given with ultimatum But they would not bow, Would not bow before tyrants playing God.
They were warriors in a warring land The brave people of a bold kingdom Wrath, shields, and singing blades wrought Thor's red, upon


A Prodigal's DeathGive my blade a name Wrath, glory, death be mine! The battle sings my name My fate fails, I see my time!A Prodigal's Death
Take me back to you amidst this chaos Anarchy reigns here I can't remember my tears, my crown breaks My heart begins to tear I remember a life I had better I should have stayed at that golden throne.
My heart cold and numb Fate has come to embrace me Here at the battle for a hidden garden I fight in my mind and my battle is lost
Give my blade a name Wrath, glory, death be mine! The battle sings my name My fate fails, I
Devious Comments
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We're too lost,
to lose hope
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I believe Jesus Christ is my Savior. If you do too and aren't scared to admit it, paste this to your signature. PRAISE THE LORD!!! May God bless you if you follow his ways or are seeking help in this forsaken world we live in. Vegetarian for life!!!
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I sometimes think life would be easier if I was half drunk or mad
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*theluminarium
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I sometimes think life would be easier if I was half drunk or mad
Find me here [link]
*TreesClub *Ex-po-zure *naturephotographer =NaturPics-club =sunsets
you showld read the 5 books
after that you feel like beliving anithing about life!
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The answer is 42
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"A man's tale is best sung not by his own voice, but by those that watch his tale unfold before them."
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The answer is 42
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The moral here is that dreams inevitably lead to hideous implosions.
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"I am neither angel, nor genius, nor phantom..."
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Love Me, Hate the Game
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Be Sweet
Can you help me please?
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Be Sweet
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Be Sweet
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