Singing with my ancestors Icelandic
perhaps as shadows secluded in the hope of being heard or
was something different from the pious prayers of the temperate Black Christ?
but the magic of the blood of those who were awakened something in me
is a web of DNA that vibrates ...
Centoquarantatre times seven battles with
nodes broken tree trunks and roots torn
Arabian victories crowned
mighty swords and spears in hand
acute with honor and loyalty always
the walls of the pastures are narrow memories ..
rises and Nike Thor ..
my soul, I hear you ask
never betray you saw my blood?
or desperate cry in front of Hecate?
do not deny the pain or the rain of swords?
maybe ... and hobbled the memories of ancient times.
About me explain the mystery brochure with silver?
a false guru who rely?
teachers say they are all in the injury and correctness
He takes a song inside of me a song of iron
the hard hooves of rivers of lava
cements dissolved
music is always listening even when inside
nemo potest hoc facere?
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