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Веер мужской многофункциональный «Ультиматум»

Gather up the wolves to battle we will ride

Имя: Голум
Пол: Мужской
Страна: Россия
Город: Москва
Род занятий: ищу, чем заняться
Увлечения и хобби: Кино, Компьютеры и Интернет, Литература, Спорт
О себе:

Реально мЭрский, вредный и и противный.

Люблю бить маленьких.

Jabberwocky

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

from Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There (1872).

Если вы не кормите животинку, то рано или поздно она заснет от усталости. ;)

I am the son of The Wind and Rain, Thunder beckons and I heed the call,
If I die upon this day, in battle I will fall...
Hear me Brothers, gather up the wolves to battle we will ride.
War drums echo the beating heart, pounding from inside.

Storm, Black clouds fill the sky
Earth, I hear my battlecry
Fire, and Thunder will bring more
Death, from the power of the Horde...

Farseer to the Warsong Clan
To no men will I kneal
Feel the power and the energy, born of black blood, honour and steell
Feel the Fire burning in my veins, lightning strikes at my command
By Storm and Earth, Axe and Fire, we come to claim this land

Storm, Black clouds fill the sky
Earth, I hear my battlecry
Fire, and Thunder will bring more
Death, from the power of the Horde...

Surrounded by the enemy,
the wolf among the hounds
Thunder turns to silence, sek-ta
the hundred to bring me down.

Wolf Brothers falling at my side,
with honour I will die
Upon the Altar of the Storms,
I will be reborn

Storm, Black clouds fill the sky
Earth, I hear my battlecry
Fire, and Thunder will bring more
Death, for I have been reborn...

STORM!!
EARTH!!
FIRE!!
DEATH!!
The Power of the Horde...

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