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Mittwoch, 14. Dezember 2011

Swans on the storm


Dark clouds they gather
On the horizon
Swans on the storm
Sing their last song

Towers of green glass
They stand aflame with lightning
Perkunas rides home
From a battle far beyond

Look at all the tanks,
Look at all the rockets,
The day of doom has come,
The day has come to die.

Look at all the tanks, 
Look at all the rockets
Aeons I lived, now I shall die.

Towers of green glass
Stand aflame with lightning
Perkunas rides out
To ward the rainbow´s bridge

Aeons I lived now 
They want me dying,
Aeons I lived,
Now they will die.

Dark clouds they gather
On the horizon,
Swans on the storm
Sing their last song.

Prepare my iron chariot
And bring me my hatchet,
My rod of iron,
My crown of amber.

Aeons I lived now
Hunting the Devil,
Now I set out
To hunt humankind.

Dark clouds they gather
On the horizon
Swans on the storm
Sing their last song.

This is a song I wrote some years ago on a gloomy night in the time after Chrismas / Jul, when the furious host is said to ride through the air, and it just struck me, and I had to write that down. The moon photo, however, I made last week, and just thought it would fit in with the mood.

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Now go on, discuss and rant and push my ego;-). As long as it´s a respectful message, every comment is welcome!

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