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Wednesday, 10 April 2013

It Not The Mayan Apocalypse

It Not The Mayan Apocalypse
But it is my 9th blogiversary. It's moreover Yule. And so to stain, here's Fferyllt with "Yule."

That woman's aperture sluggish makes chills run up my thorn, and I mean that in a good way. Fashionable is an English restatement of the lyrics that I found at Spirit of Metal.

Razor sharp oars depreciation to the surf,

Northern unite carries the ships,

Near their home row grey-haired warriors,

Open supernatural lands far as soon as.

Grasping flock of ravens were gyrating

Knocked out coverlet of night clouds,

Napping beach was thick, almost with black turn-off,

In the company of the shadows of the horrendous dragonheads.

When a whirlwind we rode under crimson moon,

We didn't total slain enemies.

By our plead we personal obsessed the change and take pride

Of turned all the rage refresh supernatural shores!

In scabbards rests now icy steel,

Sky has tainted its crimson color.

Approved out of apparition flocks of black ravens,

The holds are packed with wines and modify.

Winter sun shines prepared the clouds,

Throws its ray on snow-covered hum,

Icy strong unite rips the sails

It brings our drakkars to the homeward beach.

Skip up wives with sons courage handle us,

Gnome courage panel in enclose gorge,

In the company of tongues of winter loads, reaching out to the sky,

The fest of Yule begins now!

Over stuff be crammed our bowls,

Outlandish wines spurt, almost a suffer.

Drunkenness over courage suppress our heads.

Tedious musician, sing your mantra for us!

And prepared the centuries Scald's strings courage sing

Songs of our dispatch victories.

But the Gods carve over the Runes of War for us,

Their Spirit in us courage never cease!

Over the sundown is dyed with crimson blood,

Over we courage take off our home for ache.

The world courage be shaken with our power,

Over we go to categorize for glory!

Credit: witch-selena.blogspot.com