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In the old creaky house I lived in Berwickshire Tommy,
Where the hills are green the fragrant Heather bloomed.
Narkisim stupid fairy tales from childhood did not believe Tommy,
Believed in sitcoms Tommy, in the "Rangers" and the rock-n-roll.
Tommy didn't believe in fairy tales, Tommy went to Glasgow,
The scent of grass on campus, to crazy spring
To swear love until death gentle green eyes
And in a year with a stroller in the Park walking with his wife.
Again settled Tommy in the old paternal house,
The fall was busy, behind her winter,
And quiet may night was heard by Tommy
And ran away in the languor of home away into the hills.
Fun whinnying horses, Heather rang on the slope,
The elves laughed: "Tommy! Tommy, let's dance reel!"
Nanking stupid tales Tommy, alas, is not remembered
He did not understand, he in the dance entered.
In the halls under the hills, bright burning flame,
The rhythm of the beat feet, heart beat, blood.
Son and wife seemed to Tommy a funny dream
Only to the dawn of memory to Tommy's back again.
Elves, laughing as children, brought at dawn
From Golden palaces, from the magical sleep.
Tommy in the face hit the dusty hot wind,
Racing on the planet where the last war.
Cry in the ruins, Tommy, cry about the dead house
Those who you cared about, your not gonna hear a scream.
All that you have left - nannicini tales to remember
Cry in the ruins, Tommy, stupid funny man.

Time, it fucking such a thing.
Thin.
And legends - there's nothing to be done - also got to leave on time.
At the peak of.
Yet they are remembered.

Through this old skylight our eyes are open wide,
The sky bespangled in the rain.
And we feel called upon but interests collide,
Not much to lose, a lot to gain.
Don't lose your line of sight now*
And raise the barricades somehow.
It's time to leave the lores
So blow them sky high,
In sound and fury they will fly.




Watch eyes wide open through a hatch
The sky is dotted with stars, the rain.
Feel the call, but there is a conflict of interest.
Almost nothing to lose, buy you so much.
Don't lose your line of sight *
Lift up and sometime boom.
It's time to let go of the legend,
So send them up to the sky,
And in a fit of rage, they will fly.


EdenbridgeOctober Memotivasi cityproperty

- Until now I believed the egg to be lost forever, that I would be the last of its kind.
- So the legend's true?
Is one chance in a thousand, Merlin, you must return the egg.
- I know...
- Then what is it?
Gaius has forbidden it.
- Merlin! You are the Master of dragons! This gift passed down from his father, he sacrificed everything to save me. What do you think, what would he say?

They say the West is on the legends. And legends give an idea of something greater than ourselves. About the Forces, outlining the Line of Life, about events that defy explanation. Of those who happens to soar to the Heavens or fall to the Ground. Here Legends are born!

She remembered all the sad legends that are heard in AST-Ache. The disciples, lacerated eagles, red blood on white rock... the Wings... the Original Black poppies... And here grew mournful song sounds tight, elastic alfirin, peas blossoms burst, exposing the white underside of small flowers, and soon the entire mound was green and white... Eleven elves Finrod died not for show, not white rock, and in the darkness of the dungeon, and if Lucian did not manage to take the castle, so would not have found them or Beren buried alive - and not in the gardens of Irmo, and in the stinking crypt. Legend AST-Ache faded.

- Believe in these fairy tales?
- This is not a fairy tale, a legend!
- Without a difference.
- Tales when their telling. Legends the narrator is not needed. They are immortal. Tales have something to teach or scare. Legends need to remember...

Long ago, in the days of king Richard the lion Heart, from mouth to mouth passed down a legend about a man who robbed the rich and distributed their goods to the poor. Throughout the Kingdom he was known as Robin hood. He and his gang of merry many plagued the evil Sheriff of Nottingham. Famous he was and that won the heart of the maiden Marian. This story was a mystery, lost in the maze of time and escaped from the precarious human memory: the Robin and Marian had a baby.

For the youth we drink, the old days our honor,
For the age of aggression is just about done.
Beat Brothers of the Storm, our land back,
To protect the native land, we are day by day.
Fuck you, Ulfric, the dashing traitor!
As you go up, so we will have a feast.
We largely of Nord children, the battle to us like a mother,
We Sovngarde is bright, everyone is glad to give his life.
But before we clean their Motherland.
We will not give up our hopes of a crow.

For the youth we drink, the old days our honor,
For the age of oppression is just about done.
Will drive out the Empire from this land that we will refund
To protect the native land, we are day by day.
Honor to you, Ulfric! By right, the throne is yours!
Here in your great honor we drink and we sing.
We largely of Nord children, the battle to us like a mother.
We Sovngarde is bright, everyone is glad to give his life.
But before we clean their Motherland.
We will not give up our hopes of a crow.

There was Ragnar the Red, a hero he was reputed to be, once he is in Whiterun for a while has arrived.
He had courage, puffed up, rattling a sword, boasting that his enemy, everyone is uneasy!
But suddenly Ragnar the Red as the buttercups drooped, he heard Matilda's mocking cry...
"What is blessed and you lie and you drink all our honey?! We've had enough, get ready - you're going to die!"
The clang of steel on steel rang continually, and Matilda fighting spirit ablaze!
And stopped ever since Ragnar was boastful speech...
How flew his red head from his shoulders!

Hero, he's fearless, he's unbeatable,
So look, the Nords on his glory,
Just throw you cry - and come Dragonborn.
Since the faith and honor above all,
He will cast out the evil enemies to win,
It will pass through hell unharmed
And valor his heaven will illuminate.
Our hero, our defender, o Dragonborn!

Dragonborn, Dragonborn, the machinations of evil cut short, you ever gave in his oath!
And enemies a lot of trouble hear the cry of victory, the Dragonborn support us in battle!
O you, sons of snow, a tale of the distant past you hear about that knight!
Who and the serpent, and the races of man had relatives, with a power to whom, as to rival the sun!
Voice armed, to the field of glory was he, when Tamriel burned war!
The power of the mind to enemies with sword in hand, all h, Dragonborn power so sonorous!
Dovahkiin Dovahkiin
Naal ok zin los vahriin
Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal
Ahrk fin norok paal graan
Fod nust hon zindro zaan
Dovahkiin Fah hin kogaan mu draal
Ahrk fin kel lost prodah
Do ved viing ko fin krah
Tol fod zeymah win kein meyz fundein
Alduin feyn do jun [bad word] vokun staadnau
voth aan bahlok wah diivon fin lein!

But, in the hour of trouble came to us Languages
Ready to rumble and the spirit strong.
Their song of the Dragon prophesied death,
Thu'um, that shakes the firmament!
Killed Alduin, praise Tongues.
Them glory and honor will sing through the ages!
And our grandchildren will hear in a dream,
As the great dragon was defeated.