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Viking ground. The belly of Norway. Music like thunder Keeping whole villages awake. Swords, spikes, norse jewelry And black, black metal Of the kind that honours Those who were here before These hundreds of metal heads And contemporary heathens. She works in the beer tent, Throwing long gazes my way, That I return. *She took Me Here.* Stars above a stage lit with a Thousand shades of neon that Emphasize the Ground locked mist; breath Of Odin and His believers. I love this music; this brutal Noice within system. I love these People. They seem scary from Afar, but share a brothership Within their worship. Enslaved is one of the most Famous bands within the Genre. The guys still join the Roadies, clearing the stage From their gear.
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
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Viking ground. The belly of Norway. Music like thunder Keeping whole villages awake. Swords, spikes, norse jewelry And black, black metal Of the kind that honours Those who were here before These hundreds of metal heads And contemporary heathens. She works in the beer tent, Throwing long gazes my way, That I return. *She took Me Here.* Stars above a stage lit with a Thousand shades of neon that Emphasize the Ground locked mist; breath Of Odin and His believers. I love this music; this brutal Noice within system. I love these People. They seem scary from Afar, but share a brothership Within their worship. Enslaved is one of the most Famous bands within the Genre. The guys still join the Roadies, clearing the stage From their gear.
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
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