savu nuolee raunioita tiedäthän miltä tuntuu
lämmittää käsiään palaneiden kotien tuhkassa

hei katso kuinka hiljaa sataa taas tomu vuotten ylle
ehkä nämäkin murhaajankädet etsivät päätä
jota silittää ja tuntea maailman paino
se on ruoste

I was right of the middle of the fucking reptile zoo and someone was giving
booze on these God damn things. For be long now when they tears us to shreds.
Hey tell me about the fucking golf shoes!!!

Crom I haven't ever prayed you before. I have no tong for it. No one not even
you will remember, if we were good men or bad why we fought and why we died.
No, all that matters is that two against many. That is what is important.
Valour pleases you Crom so grant me one reguest. Grant me revenge and if you
do not listen then hell with you!

793. In this year fierce, foreboding omens came over the land of Northumbria,
and wretchedly terrified the people. There were excessive Whirlwinds,
lightning storms, and fiery dragons were seen flying in the sky. These signs
were followed by great famine, and shortly after in the same year, on January
8th, the ravaging of heathen men destroyed God's church at Lindisfarne
throught brutal robbery and slaughter
and Sicga died on February 2nd.

And We Could Spent Our Whole Lives Waiting For Some Thunderbolt To Come And We
Could Spent Our Whole Lives Waiting For Some Justice To Be Done
Unless We Make Our Own No Police, No Summons, No Courts Of Law No Proper
Procedure, No Rules Of War No Mitigating Circumstance No Lawyers Fees, No
Second Chance

Sworn to rise again I will bring salvation, punishment and pain The hammer of
hate is our faith Power and dominion are taken by the will By divine right
hail and kill

I want to see blood I want to bathe in the blood trough week now kill 'em all!

For searching to salvation. Many run away from it. The grief what they
feel about it. My agony for never reaching it. Thou i'm soon close
enought. Let the others mourn. Oblivion calls my name. To find the way
is to smite down and destroy everything what keeps you here and forbids
the truth from your consciousness.

Burn the heretic
Kill the mutant
Purge the unclean

What is best in life? To crush your enemies. To see them driven before you.
And to hear the lamentations of their women...

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the
selfish, and the tyranny of evil men.  Blessed is he who in the name of
charity and goodwill shepards the weak through the valley of darkness, for he
is truly his brothers keeper and the finder of lost children.  And I will
strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, those who
attempt to poison and destroy my brothers.  And you will know my name is the
Lord, when I lay my vengeance upon thee!

Deserves got nothing to do with this. Unforgiven, William Munny

I was ill from the sorrow. The story made me feel emotions. The sorrow was
mixed with bitterness. I walked throug the fog yesterday. The steps were so
fine. Wind blew through my hair before I entered the fog. 

Well I can't die here. Nor I doesn't want to go on. Fear felt so fine. A
moment of lust from my memory awakened for a moment just to die away in
seconds.

From despair to control. I get hangover from this. Mind was so bright a little
moment. Then I forget. Memories come and go. I can't memorize them by myself.

I walked among the deads. Wind was still I couldn't find the way. Emotions
betrayed me once again. I felt relieved and sad about her passing. Gods didn't
contact me this day. I'm getting worried maybe I have to contact them again.

Waiting to time when wind starts to blow again. Then I find the way to a new
place. Another war in another place. Well this way I know. I have feared
things what I do not see, but this is easy I know the way.

Raised again myself above the sky. Just to betray myself. When long ago I
refused to die I lost the world.