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Troll's JourneyTroll's JourneyTroll's Journey
In a forest dark and cold A lonely troll there roams, Stepping on dead leaves And crunching rotten bones. From his hair there hangs Mud and dirty branches And coloured sinew ties That dangle 'gainst his hands. He sees a stream nearby That reflects his ice-blue eyes. Two tiny fish swim past And he whimpers lonely cries; For long long ago In that forest dark and cold When the summer bloomed Troll, he lost his kinfolk. They left poor troll behind And as ages pass through time He still remembers What left
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If you think looting and pillaging are good ways to meet new people, visit ~Lykaios
My group:
~dAheathens
Others:
~folkmetal
*metalsmiths
~Nordisk-Kultur
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...Språk är en tråd genom tidens flod...
Varje man är sin egen konung.
...Wyrd saves oft the man undoomed if he undaunted be...
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