Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Tides of my soul...

Valentine Cameron Prinsep: At the Golden Gate

I’ve never known laugh before
And I can’t cry anymore, oh no!
I search for reasons to live
Where void’s too deep to break free – to scream

The tides of my soul
Are dragging me away
Affecting my mind
Making my heart so afraid

Another rain day on me
I cannot stand here to see, to live
A new deafening silence
And no more human presence – oh no

The tides of my soul
Take me so far away
Destroying my mind
Making my eyes so blind

Stillness of confusion
Lonely poor tricks of the reason bursting
Lightning, waiting

Sadness of the moment
Evil touch, heartrending lament
I am standing alone

The tides of my soul
Move up and down
Are dragging me away
From all these sounds
Destroying my mind
Holes in my head
Making me so blind
So dull and sad

The tides of my soul
Move up and down
What’s right what is good
In our world?
I’m scared by these times
Tears on my breast
Is that glory mine?
No no no my friend! 

(Adramelch - Tides of my Soul)

Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Blind leading the blind...

Pieter Brueghel: Blind leading the blind

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings—the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour
They fell and faded—and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash—and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twin'd themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless—they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought—and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails—men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer'd not with a caress—he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
   For an unholy usage; they rak'd up,
And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects—saw, and shriek'd, and died—
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—
A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge—
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them—She was the Universe.

(Darkness, By George Gordon Byron)

(Blind Orphans - Scars in the Depth of my Mind)

Monday, 29 July 2013

White Witch

Boris Vallejo: Circe

Heart beat is rapid
Your blood pumping faster
Hands reach for the blade
Touch her
Feel her
Your body it craves her
She leads you to your grave

She's an image all dressed all in white
No, you know you want her now
Casting a spell
Her power on you
You'd leave but you don't know how

White Witch White Witch
Poisoning you
White Witch White Witch
Coming for you
White Witch White Witch
Taking your souls
White Witch White Witch
Taking control

Wrapped and enraging
I use to maintain it
Do you want some more?
Give her your money
Sell her your soul
The deadliest of whores

Wicked white demon
Is staring at you
Controlling all that you say and you do
Sweating intensely
The music's much loader
On the glass is a poison powder

White Witch White Witch
Poisoning you
White Witch White Witch
Coming for you
White Witch White Witch
Taking your souls
White Witch White Witch
Taking control

White Witch White Witch
Poisoning you
White Witch White Witch
Coming for you
White Witch White Witch
Taking your souls
White Witch White Witch
Taking control

She is now your only master
Your whole life's a complete disaster
Don't you dare
Let her in
As your final chore

White Witch White Witch
Poisoning you
White Witch White Witch
Coming for you
White Witch White Witch
Taking your souls
White Witch White Witch
Taking control

Taking my soul
Taking control

(Savatage - White Witch)

Sunday, 28 July 2013

Friday, 26 July 2013

Thursday, 25 July 2013

Ballad for a falling star...

Henry Wallis: The death of Chatterton

I’ll say all the words left unspoken in your dreams
Eternal sorrow for a hero dead young 
Now we sing your tale
We feel your passion so strong in our hearts
Eternal sorrow for the people dead young
Comforting truth for you
We met on a Christmas Eve so long time ago
And you shone in fairly colours
A wonder we don’t see anymore

I’ll wright all the music that you left incomplete
Eternal sorrow for my hero dead young
Now we call your name
Poetry and passion, their flame burns for a short while
Just the remembrance of my hero dead young
A ballad for a falling star
We met on a Christmas Eve so long time ago
Now come in a magic night to save a child who’s lost his way

Mr. Charming, rise again! It’s sad
to feel adrift and lonely. Today we die.
Come in a fairly night, let us see your glamour
Come in a fairly night, deliver us from our decert

We just want to say goodbye, in a distant sky you shine tonight
there you live forever
We just want to say goodbye, in the seventh sky you sleep tonight
there you live forever
Goodbye

(Moonlight Circus - Ballad for a falling star)

Wednesday, 24 July 2013

I' ll see the light tonight...

Gustav Dore: Lucifer (From Milton's Paradise Lost)


Tuesday, 23 July 2013

After midnight....


Lucio Parrillo: Vampirella

Too many times they tried to kill
The Prince of the dark
To put an end to his evil life
By means of a stake through his heart
But every time the sun goes down
The terror starts to rise
The gas lamps over the streets of London
Flicker as his cape flies by

He lost his soul to the king of darkness
From the first lethal bite
He lives his death in fear of the cross
The urge to kill every night

Too many countries have chased him hard
To destroy his need for blood
To seal his coffin with the ho1y nail
To stop before he strikes again
But every time they invade his castle
Nosferatu was never there
Those foolish victims are his next meal
Death is in his stare

He lost his soul to the king of darkness
From the first lethal bite
He lives his death in fear of the cross
The urge to kill every night

London after midnight
Blood lust till the down
London after midnight
Your mortal life is gone

Even he who is pure in heart
And says his prayers by night
May become a bat when the vampire prowls
And the moon is full and bright

Watch your neck
What's that shadow on the wall
A virgin boy on a black stallion
Just walked across my grave

London after midnight
Blood lust till the down
London after midnight
Your mortal life is gone
London after midnight
Blood lust till the down
London after midnight
Your mortal life is gone

(Wrathchild America - London after midnight)


Monday, 22 July 2013

Ars Longa, Vita Brevis...

John Haynes-Williams - Ars Longa, Vita Brevis 1877

Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Weep no more! oh, weep no more!
Young buds sleep in the root's white core.
Dry your eyes! oh, dry your eyes!
For I was taught in Paradise
To ease my breast of melodies,--
Shed no tear.

Overhead! look overhead!
'Mong the blossoms white and red--
Look up, look up! I flutter now
On this fresh pomegranate bough.
See me! 'tis this silvery bill
Ever cures the good man's ill.
Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Adieu, adieu -- I fly -- adieu!
I vanish in the heaven’s blue,--
Adieu, adieu!
(John Keats - A faery song)

Vivaldi Bassoon Concerto in E minor, RV484
Mvt 1


Mvt 2


Mvt 3

Sunday, 21 July 2013

Kissing you goodbye...

William Adolphe Bouguereau: Bacchante

Young love waits out the window and I said go home,
Cause he don't know it's not his problem
And he don't know I'm not at home
Clock strikes three in the morning and I lie sleepless,
Cause he don't know I broke my promise
And he don't know I've done this

In the early light I found you with the bottle by your side.
I can see by your eyes you know that I,
I'm kissing you goodbye
I'm kissing you goodbye

What now? That is the question
But it's not up to you
So I think I will leave you guessing
After all you put me through.

In the early light I found you with the bottle by your side.
I can see by your eyes you know that I,
I'm kissing you goodbye
I'm kissing you goodbye

In the early light I found you with the bottle by your side.
I can see by your eyes you know that I,
I'm kissing you goodbye
I'm kissing you goodbye

Friday, 19 July 2013

Thursday, 18 July 2013

Symphonies of immortal winds!

Mårten Eskil Winge - Viking death

A choir of death is the echo of my nightmare
cold friend of the night
The cross of fire is piercing the darkness
lost cathedral of the hopes

Black and violet angels are waiting for me
near the backstage
The carriage of memories is running tonight
and the spirits will raise

Where is the sunset? Where is the dawn?
Where is the poet of the eternity's flame?
Violins play in the void of existence
Feel the breath of immortal winds

Mr. Risin' is flirting with the evening
Let the candles blow out without pain
When all the drams seem to be miscarried
close your eyes and the end will begin

Black and violet angels are waiting for me
near the backstage
The carriage of memories is running tonight
and the spirits will raise

Where is the sunset? Where is the dawn?
Where is the poet of the eternity's flame?
Violins play in the void of existence
Feel the breath of immortal winds


(Black Jester - Symphonies of immortal winds)

Wednesday, 17 July 2013

Medieval Steel (by the Warrior Queen)

Frank Frazetta:  Woman with skythe

(Alfred Tennyson - Sir Galahad)
My good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.
The shattering trumpet shrilleth high,
The hard brands shiver on the steel,
The splinter’d spear-shafts crack and fly,
The horse and rider reel:
They reel, they roll in clanging lists,
And when the tide of combat stands,
Perfume and flowers fall in showers,
That lightly rain from ladies’ hands.

Warrior Queen (my friend Mary) - Medieval Steel : 

Tuesday, 16 July 2013

Strangers in paradise!

William Etty: The Sirens and Ulysses

You don't know what it's like
All alone in the night
Walking through empty streets
Ms mind still takes me back
To a place long ago
To a time in my life
That I just can't let go

If you wish for the sky
Are you ready to die
If you pray for heaven
Are you ready for hell
Sometimes it's hard to tell
When you finally arrive
Will you be there in time

I'm just another
Stranger in paradise
On a dark and lonely day
Stranger in paradise
I'm trying to find my way
I'm a stranger in paradise
I can't find my way back
Stranger in paradise

When the wolf's at your door
And he's hungry for more
There no chance to escape
Cause you can't change your fate
When your time finally comes
Will you still try to run
Never touching the sun

(Jack Starr's Burning Starr - Strangers in paradise)

Monday, 15 July 2013

On the sea...

Sir Edward John Poynter: The cave of the storm nymphs

It keeps eternal whisperings around
Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell
Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell
Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound.

Often 'tis in such gentle temper found,
That scarcely will the very smallest shell
Be moved for days from where it sometime fell.
When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.

Oh, ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody---

Sit ye near some old Cavern's Mouth and brood,
Until ye start, as if the sea nymphs quired! 

(On the sea - By John Keats)


(Agent Steel - Traveler)

Sunday, 14 July 2013

Forget what I said...

Philip Calderon: Broken Vows

I get the blues
I get high
I'll explode like dynamite
And i'll cry 'till the dust
Settles down
I guess i'm hard when i'm soft
And i'm cold when i'm feeling so hot
Sometimes i guess things just happen too fast
Forget what i said - forget what i did
It's not what i meant - so can you forgive it
Just came out wrong
I'm taking it back
Forget what i said
But i can love you like hell
Put under my black magic spell
And i can kiss you like nobody else
I'll make good of my bads
I'll make nice of all that is sad
I'll cut off - the dead hands - of my past
Forget what i said - forget what i did
It's not what i meant - so can you forgive
It's just came out wrong - i'm taking it back
Please forget about it

Saturday, 13 July 2013

Swords in the wind


 Sir Francis Bernard 'Frank' Dicksee: Funeral of a Viking

I Surrender My Soul Odin Hear My Call
One Day I'll Sit Beside Your Throne In Valhalla's Great Hall
Like So Many Before Me I'll Die With Honor And Pride
The Right Of A Warrior Forever To Fight By Your Side 
Send A Sign Raise The Sail Wave A Last Goodbye
Destiny Is Calling Immortality Be Mine 

Call The Witch To Cast The Runes, Weave A Magic Spell
We Who Die In Battle Are Born Not For Heaven Not For Hell 

We Are Sons Of Odin The Fire We Burn Inside
Is The Legacy Of Warrior Kings Who Reign Above In The Sky 

I Will Lead The Charge My Sword Into The Wind
Sons Of Odin Fight To Die And Live Again
Viking Ships Cross The Sea, In Cold Wind, And Rain
Sail Into The Black Of Night Magic Stars Our Guiding Light 

Today The Blood Of Battle Upon My Weapons Will Never Dry
Many I'll Send Into The Ground Laughing As They Die. 

We Are Sons Of Odin The Fire We Burn Inside
Is The Legacy Of Warrior Kings Who Reign Above In The Sky 

I Will Lead The Charge My Sword Into The Wind
Sons Of Odin Fight To Die And Live Again
Viking Ships Cross The Sea, In Cold Wind, And Rain
Sail Into The Black Of Night Magic Stars Our Guiding Light 

Place My Body On A Ship And Burn It In The Sea
Let My Spirit Rise Valkries Carry Me
Take Me To Valhalla Where My Brothers Wait For Me
Fire Burning To The Sky My Spirit Will Never Die 

I Will Lead The Charge My Sword Into The Wind
Sons Of Odin Fight To Die And Live Again
Viking Ships Cross The Sea, In Cold Wind, And Rain
Sail Into The Black Of Night Magic Stars Our Guiding Light 
                    

(Manowar - Swords in the wind)

Friday, 12 July 2013

The valley of the deers...

Jef Louis van Leemputten: Viking warriors charging


(Vikings - Valley of the Deers)

Thursday, 11 July 2013

Something Magic!

Sir Joseph Noel Paton: The Quarrel of Oberon and Titania

In the centre of the storm 
Something magic being born 
When the world is torn apart 
By the beating of a heart 
Like a dam about to burst 
Like a drunkard's crazy thirst 
In the centre of the storm 
Something magic being born 

It's the dark hours of the soul 
When the nightmares take their toll 
When the shadows come to mock 
Against the ticking of the clock 
When the demons of the night 
Come like vultures for their bite 
In the dark hours of the soul 
When the nightmares take their toll 

It's the dawning of the day 
Night-time's panic swept away 
When the clouds which seemed so dark 
Are exchanged for morning's lark 
When the stars which burnt so bright 
Are exchanged for morning light 
In the dawning of the day 
Nightime's panic swept away

(Procol Harum - Something Magic)

Wednesday, 10 July 2013

Remember yesterday

John Roddam Spencer Stanhope: Knowledge strangling Ignorance

Can you tell me why 
It seems so hard to carry on 
When you hear a voice 
From long ago, so bittersweet 
Even though I try, I cannot 
Read between the lines 
You know I tried 
Oh, yes, I tried, what's wrong 
Too late to turn back time 
To look over my shoulder 
Maybe one day I'll return again 
Rembember Yesterday and think about tomorrow 
But you have to live today - Oh lonely yesterday 
Don't leave me with the sorrow 
Cause I have to live today 
Every morning I awake 
To see the newborn day 
To carry on the flame 
Until the end of time 
Too late to turn back time 
To look over my shoulder 
Maybe one day I'll return again 
Rembember Yesterday and think about tomorrow 
But you have to live today - Oh lonely yesterday 
Don't leave me with the sorrow 
Cause I have to live today 
Oh, oh, oh, don't step aside 
And pretend about the future 
Oh, oh, oh, never live a lie 
Don't you know tomorrow never comes 
Rembember Yesterday and think about tomorrow 
But you have to live today - Oh lonely yesterday 
Don't leave me with the sorrow 
Cause I have to live today 
Oh, oh, oh, don't step aside 
And pretend about the future 
Oh, oh, oh, never live a lie 
Don't you know tomorrow never comes

Tuesday, 9 July 2013

Sons of Odin


Sir Francis Bernard 'Frank' Dicksee: Vikings heading for land

Carousal of Odin
Fill the honey'd beverage high,
Fill the skulls, 'tis Odin's cry:
Heard ye not the powerful call,
Thundering through the vaulted hall?
Fill the meath, and spread the board,
Vassals of the grisly lord!

The portal hinges grate, - they come -
The din of voices rocks the dome:
In stalk the various forms, and dress'd
In various armour, various forms, and dress'd
In various armour, various vest,
With helm and morion, targe and shield,
Some quivering lances couch, some biting maces wield:
All march with haughty step, all proudly shake the crest.

The feast begins, the skull goes round;
Laughter shouts - the shouts resound.
The gust of war subsides - E'en now
The grim chief curls his cheek, and smooths his rugged brow.
..........................................................
'Joy to the soul! a joy divine!
When conflicting armies join;
When trumpets clang, and bugles sound;
When strokes of death are dealt around;
When the sword feasts, yet craves for more;
And every gauntlet drips with gore.'

The charm prevail'd, up rush'd the madden'd throng,
Panting for carnage, as they foam'd along;
Fierce Odin's self led forth the frantic band,
To scatter havoc wide o'er many a guilty land.

Thomas Penrose (1742-1779), English poet

Monday, 8 July 2013

The king must die... Kill the king!

Boris Vallejo: Assassin of Gor

One way...


... or another...

Sunday, 7 July 2013

Love is meant to last for ever...

Johann Heinrich Füssli: Arthur and the Faery queen


.... but forever is a long, long time...

Saturday, 6 July 2013

Pour some sugar on me!



Step inside, walk this way
You and me babe, Hey, hey!

Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
Razzle 'n' a dazzle 'n' a flash a little light
Television lover, baby, go all night
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss ah innocent sugar me, yeah

Hey!
C'mon, take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up

Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C'mon, fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can't get enough

I'm hot, sticky sweet
From my head to my feet, yeah

Listen! red light, yellow light, green-a-light go!
Crazy little woman in a one man show
Mirror queen, mannequin, rhythm of love
Sweet dream, saccharine, loosen up

You gotta squeeze a little, squeeze a little
Tease a little more
Easy operator come a knockin' on my door
Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet
Little miss innocent sugar me, yeah, yeah
Give a little more

Take a bottle, shake it up
Break the bubble, break it up

You got the peaches, I got the cream
Sweet to taste, saccharine
'cause I'm hot, say what, sticky sweet
From my head, my head, to my feet

Do you take sugar? one lump or two?

Friday, 5 July 2013

Across the Great Wide Sea...

Johannes Gehrts: Arminius bids farewell to Thusnelda

"Eager am I to depart. The Disir summon me home, 
those whom Odin sends for me from the halls of the Lord of Hosts. 
Gladly shall I drink ale in the high seat with the Aesir. 
The days of my life are ended. I laugh as I die."
- Death song of Ragnar Lodbrok 

(Vikings - Land of lore)

Thursday, 4 July 2013

Valkyries

Charles Ernest Butler: Siegfried and Brunnhilde

How does it feel when you're cut down
And you can't get back up
When you're down and you need a hand
Someone to give you strength
There's just one thing that will do it
Don't let 'em take it away
It's the calling to battle
And you will ride the wings, yeah

Blood! Fire!
And the dead will ride the
Wings of honor
And the gods will lead our
Charge to glory
On that day for every man
Who rides

(ASKA - Valkyries)

Wednesday, 3 July 2013

The mission

Wilhelm von Kaulbach: Battle of Salamis


The autumn's vice on dregs of life has past
While roundabout the hills the snow drives fast
The mercenary slips his lair
And grappled in his hands there bears
The solitary hope of nations thralled

Wherefore comes this titan of men?
The seas lie in wait for his ships of stealth
'Cross monstrous waves of seething crests
And ocean vales of uneasy rest
Ne'er terror nor lust shall ever waylay

Tempestuous gales these masts will outstand
And hold steadfast 'til death or land
Ferried aloft the standard's face is revealed
And borne upon the winds of a godless zeal

He forges on through the perpetual dark
And closes in on the ancient ark
Where the fame of erstwhile heroes's stored
And all cherished tales of battlelore
The sceptre wrench'd from the master's hand
Argentine skies below he stands

Ferried aloft the standard's face is revealed
And borne upon the winds of a godless zeal

He forges on through the perpetual dark
And closes in on the ancient ark
Where the fame of erstwhile heroes stored
And all cherished tales of battlelore
The sceptre wrench'd from the master's hand
Argentine skies below he stands

Primordial mores are all but lost
The latter days know nothing of the cost
Insipid lives of lifeless men
Their doctrine's claim on penitence
Doth rules the weakest minds of those not freed

Ensanguined spoils of crusades' toils are fixed
To pietism's clasp on those betwixt the amalgam of gods and men
Our mercenary strives to rend
Anathematic bonds of theists' call, for one an all
The faithless one shall never fall

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(Old season - The mission)

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

The art of war

Henry Merwin Shrady: Cavalry

“The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.”
“Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.”
“Supreme excellence consists of breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting.”
“Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win”
“All warfare is based on deception.”
“Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.”
“To know your Enemy, you must become your Enemy.”
“Strategy without tactics is the slowest route to victory. Tactics without strategy is the noise before defeat.”
“Engage people with what they expect; it is what they are able to discern and confirms their projections. It settles them into predictable patterns of response, occupying their minds while you wait for the extraordinary moment — that which they cannot anticipate.”
“Move swift as the Wind and closely-formed as the Wood. Attack like the Fire and be still as the Mountain.”
“All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must seem inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near.”
“In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity”
“The greatest victory is that which requires no battle.”
“So in war, the way is to avoid what is strong, and strike at what is weak.”
“One mark of a great soldier is that he fight on his own terms or fights not at all.”
“Hold out baits to entice the enemy.  Feign disorder, and crush him.”
“Attack him where he is unprepared, appear where you are not expected.”
(And many more from Sun Tzu book The art of war)


(Manowar - Warriors of the world)

Monday, 1 July 2013

Only the strong survive!

Boris Vallejo: Conan

Search your soul 
Seek the truth 
Shed your fears 
Take control 
Life could be everlasting paradise 
We must be strong, we must unite 

Only the strong survive 

The task is now 
Can we face it 
A new age is coming 
Will we make it? 
Envision the future and fear for your life! 
The choice is ours, you must realize 

Only the strong survive