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Saturday, November 15, 2003 Inspired by listening to some dark Scandinavian music . . .-------------------- The dawn sneaks up on you Blood red sun on the cold arctic mountain Wake up and grab your rifle Eat your cold hard bread and drink down your liquor Go outside now and greet the chilly land you came from It's enough to drive you insane But here, insane is what's sane You have to go crazy to survive in this place! Greet your hunting mates and listen to the haunting strings call The musicians beating out the sound in a fast furious dance Seek out your prey Make the kill and bring it back Cold earth, cold air, cold dead animal carcass The way of life in this cold, harsh atmosphere of violence and silence posted by:Russ at 9:37 PM | Post Page | 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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