onsdag 10 december 2008
Resurected From The Army!!
tisdag 27 maj 2008
Aktiv Dag
lördag 24 maj 2008
fredag 23 maj 2008
Dagens låt!
The longest day Iron Maiden
In the gloom the gathering storm abates
In the ships gimlet eyes await
The call to arms to hammer at the gates
To blow them wide throw evil to its fate.
All summers long the drills to build the machine
To turn men from flesh and blood to steel
From paper soldiers to bodies on the beach
From summer sands to armageddon's reach
Overlord, your master not your god
The enemy coast dawning grey with scud
These wretched souls puking shaking fear
To take a bullet for those who sent them here
The world's alight, the cliffs erupt in flame
No escape, remorseless shrapnel rains
Drowing men no chance to for a warrior's fate
A choking death enter hell's gates
Sliding we go, only fear on our side
To the edge of wire,
and we rush with the tide
Oh the water is red,
with the blood of the dead
But I'm still alive, praying to God I survive
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
The rising dead, faces bloated torn
They are relieved, the living wait their turn
Your number's up, the bullet's got your name
You still go on, to hell and back again
Valhalla waits, valkyries rise and fall
The warrior tombs, lie open for us all
A ghostly hand reaches through the veil
Blood and sand, we will prevail
Sliding we go, only fear on our side
To the edge of wire,
and we rush with the tide
Oh the water is red,
with the blood of the dead
But I'm still alive, praying to God I survive
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
How long on this longest day
'Til we finally make it through
Ledigt idag!
torsdag 22 maj 2008
Mätt
Längtan
Gött
Krigsmjöd
Blodet sköjler än en gång
Skogens mossor och kala berg
Kom alla hör min sång
Vi tar deras liv än en gång
Se fornatidens eld beskåda dess prakt
Dra ihop till dans i uryttjans takt
Kom töm ditt stop med trollkrigars heder
Gammelfar nu dryckoslaget leder
Sågtandat spjut och kniven så skarp
Kristmän ny falla vi ta deras skalp
Omhändertagen av forna minnens väv
Krigsruset samlas ditt stop i käften häv
så vakna anden ny ilska alla får
Med spjut och svärd vi på krigsstigen får
Höj era stop för fiendens död
Krigsrus nu väckas med sötet mjöd
Vid månens sken vi dem tar
Så vi renar vår skog
Tills ingen kristen finns kvar
Tills ingen kristen finns kvar
Växter in skall utrotas
Så ska fan ut med en trimmer i världen och döda alla växter nån som hakar på?
