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If you are My tribe You would understand My language of love That simple
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If you are My tribe You would understand My language of love That simple
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The Airn-Wanderer: WÆPEN WUNDUM SUNDORGENGA Waes Ah! Waes Ah, noo! Beguid! an’ Greatly, unco Greatly Hye, IT! Wi'in Abysmal-Deep Primal Fyre, IT! Great Fair Thor's Orrah! Lookin’ yondir! lookin’ yondir, noo! Afore avidly, unco avidly Drank hynne Ah! Great Warlike Orrah! The Gowblat o’ Noble Precious Gowd Shimmerin': Gleamin’ further, IT! Ane an' the Same, hynne! Wi' the Verra Glare frae Bein' o' Power Supreme! Gift Invincibly Purified IT, hynne! Thad Enraged Wotan’s ain Verra Chalice o’ mine, An’ Toast frae Hye-HEREHAND! Great, in Fyre Ragin' noo, Ullr's Orrah! Frae Noble Valhalla Rairan Deep Wi’ ITS Metal Fiery Soul, hynne! Orra Skye-Substance, orra Skye-Schorcin’ o’ mine! Noo, verra unco! Core-Martially stylle grabbin’, Wi’ Black Leather Glove O’ Total Dazzlin’, an' Verra, Verra ​Core-Abysmal, IT! Whyte-War, hynne! ÞUNORE HWÍT CEALLA, Fyre-Flowin’, the Verra Northumbrian Mead!   Livin’, Tasty wi’ Pow’r, Great Warlike Orrah! Niflheim-Watery, IT! BEADWE, MĪN SWÆTAN, Frae yon Ironclad Norþan-hymbre! Frae Hel Itself Delicious, Unco dyrinkin’, downe the hatch! Hynne Ah, My by-gone Days left orra Aflame: Great Vision! Great Bellum! noo dyin’ o’ mine! Whileas stylle waes hynne Ah! Thro’ the Bare Highlands Dreary, ‘Yont South Ruins’ Bluish Burnan Wa, Deep-Wanderin’, In search for the Verra Lightnin’ Raed, An' Flashin' Guide o' mine Devastatingly Immortal! BĒOWES RĒADA FÝRTORR, O’er Thae Cauld Moorlan Heights hynne, Leisurely, implacably, Great Warlike Orrah! Amyd Hye Rocky Smeddum all abowt me Strollin’, Intae the Verra Mirk Unfathomable, Airn-Flesh o’ mine, hynne Throwin’, An' my Wise an’ Bold an’ Proud! Sensual Noble Dame, Gerðr galdrs Scho! MĪN FÆÐMLICE OND BRYNIGE CWÝNE SÉO HYGEÞRYMME ÁDRÍEGEÞ, A' Oor Inflamed Naychts! Verra Wyntry Naychts! Afore the Sacral Stane-Hearth: WINTRES WÍDERFEORLIC HEORÐ, HWÆR ÆFRE OND LÍGBRYNE ÚSERE BRÆD GEMETEÞ, Stylle deep-burnin', Guid, Verra Guid Bleezan Orrah! Scho unco weall! Scho unco weall! Ah say! Rememberin', In Lang Robes o' Deep Crimson Fyre, noo! Her Superior Womanhood, Full! An' divinely, orra divinely! Thro' Her Glowin' Mystery Sinuous, o'er endowed! Hynne stylle, unco ardently! in Primal Lowes, fully Sinuous! Whare, Thys weall! weall! Scho unco knew! Ah! Guid, Verra Guid Thundir's Orrah! Used tae ay lose! nae abeigh! Wi'in an Abyss Interminable an' Endless Contynent! Ay, Great Guid Orrah! Masell! An’ Verra Firey! sinuously Trowe! Verra Soul! Unco tightly, wi' Norland Passion Stylle profoundly Wemenlie o' Hers! Shrouded, Scho saw me! Scho orra saw me! Noo, wi’ Courage Ablaze an’ unco Wreððe Ascendin’ To orra desire! to orra possess, To hae IT! To unco hae IT! back again! Ah! LEOFLIC IREN HÁTAN! The Lone Airn-Wanderer, SUNDORGENGA, Ah! Frae yon Auld Götaland: LAND GUMCYNNES GEAT-MÆCGUM, BEADWE-HEARPENÆGLES EORÐRÍCE, My ain Lost, the OVERMAN'S HIS-SEL! Great, Great Mjölnir's Warlike Orrah! Wi’ Bluish Skye-Gore, frae Thae Cauld Heights Unco! Verra, Verra Guid O'erhuman, Hynne, neist tae the Forgotten Firey Ruin! Totally 'Yont-Human! The DAZZLIN' OVERMAN'S AIN! Ah noo say! Ah noo tae the Moorlan Stormy Cluds yell! Orrah! Skye-Imbued Thundir-Bluid: NORÐÞUNRES WÆLDRÉOR Tae feel IT hynne! Tae unco feel IT: Great Guid Warlike Orrah! Total, unco Total, in Full New Skye-Gore IT! Verra, Verra Thor-Hye! Frae afarre! yet tae me Verra, Verra Skye-Close! Rumblin' Skye-Destruction o’ mine! Hynne Total Skye-Rebirth O'erhuman, An' the Roaran', unco Skye-Roaran', IT! Great Kvasir's Warlike Orrah! Afore the Verra Disc o' the Full Mowne Murky, Orra, unco, IT! in the East Dreary skye-risin', IT! 'Yont-Human, Great Jörð's Orrah! Supreme Transformation! WULFES GENIWUNG, Wi' the New Skye-Knowledge Scorchin' Owre, owre imbued! An' in the Soarin' Zenith-Fyre Deeply, deeply hawkan IT, hynne! Thro' Thad Cauld Moorlan Secret Ah am noo about to owre yell, Frae the Thundir's yon Rumblin' Verra, Verra Skye-Pride! Intae my Veins Fiery Fore’er an’ e’er, wi’ Ragin’ Skye-Bluish Hue Noo flowin’, Com on! Com on, hynne! Dearest Mountayn-Thunderbolt o’ mine! Taukin’ Ah noo am to ye stylle! Struck me deep! struck me noo, Ah yell! Great Fair Thor's Orrah! deep, ÍSENSCÚR, For fully Covered! orra Skye-Covered hynne! In Feudal Skye-Airn Indestructible Am Ah heare! for ye noo! Tae attract hynne! out o' Thad Norland Verra Blue! As the Skye-Magnet attracts the Rare Shinin' Metal, Yer deadly Skye-Rage wpon Airn-Skynne o' mine! Tae catalyze hynne yer loudly tellin', Frae Yon Abysmal Distance! Lone Skye-Voice, SCÍRHAM IC! BEADWE LÍGETUNG, Whyle Ah stylle! intae Hye Lowes unco climb Thad Cauld Rocky Soil, Whyle Ah stylle unco tell Thad Vision, most Solitarie o’ mine, Whyle Ah stylle restlessly, implacably seek My ain Lost Skye-Sel! The Hye, Verra Hye! Adamantine Person o' the OVERMAN! SUNSCÍNE SEOLF OND LINDGEBORGA, Want Ah! truly unco, want Ah! owre want Ah, hynne! Beguid an’ Great Guid! Hôm Loga Himna Orrah! Noo, richte noo! This kin Ah! still noo unco truly yell! 'Yont yon Whunstane Stronghold's Mirk Well! Feel, unco o'erhumanly live, hynne! Thad Continual Flashin’ Frae the Grayish Leaden Moorlan Cluds Noo the Zenith-Sunne Invisible behynde Hye-glorifyin’! Thro’ the Verra Tundir Voice o'er an' o'er echoin, In shape o’ Norland Hammer frae the Battle, IT! Intae Veins Skye-Bluish o’ mine! NORÐANWINDE! BLÓDWRACU OND FÆHÞ, Next tae my Feudal Airn-Side noo still wounded By Enemy an' Cowardly, tae Human, tae Cowardly! Frae the Distance, hynne! shot at me! Still Mortal Arrows! Nae Fear, hynne! tae Earthly! tae Miserable, Surpassingly Miserable, IT! unto the Verra Core! To the Hye Fair-Haired Gods, In Strang Norland Dignity an' Supreme Pow'r, An' Skye-Vengeance frae Enraged Sacral Thule blowin'! Noo! thro' Noble an' Future Skye-Gore o' mine schawe! In my stylle the Verra Lightnin': VICTORIAE SANGUINISQUE SIGNUM OVERMAN Noo implacably approachin'! An’ ye! Sweyt an’ Scaur Enemies, not Quhone all ye! Ye still cannae, cannae hear? Yell an’ Furious Bellum, aye! Frae Loud Thundir-Voice o’ mine? Skye-Crash frae my Battle-Wounds IT: MĪN HEORUDREÓR GLADAÞ, Wi'in yer ignoble ears noo! Wnto the Sacral Open Blue Risin’ unco Freed! Ye still want to *** to orra Heaven? Hynne, heyre Ah am! Com on! Com on! All ye Cowards! Thys is whate Ah orra cam for! Fecht me! Hand-to-Hand Strang! Do signal the Attack! ÞINE UNEARH GÚÐÞRACU OND GEWEALC, ÞUNORRÁDE, MĪN HILDERÆS! Glitterin’ Skye Axe-Blade o’ mine winna, IT Cease to wait to orra shatter, In a single Thundir-Blow, all yer Targes! Com on! Com on hynne! ye Cowards! Do noo hae the Warlike Verra Guts to taste Gleamin' VARGS UNDA Alone o' mine! O'er ye thys single Thundir-Blow pourin'! Ye want still to unco give Unto Enraged Airn o’ mine, Wonner IT, lo! Yer Hand-to-Hand, hynne Feudal an’ Essential Battle-Bluid? HEOLFRE ANWIG, Wha hynne want to be the First? Wha hynne ready is noo to unco suffer Frae my Verra Skye-Airn noo Skye-Flashin'! Gunnþinga Called, IT! Hys, alongside the Skye-Foreign, Nadir's ain! Miserable, tae earthly, tae human orra Defeat? Fecht Ah! for the Glare an’ Hye Glory O'erhuman Frae Bein’ as Pow’r, Bluish-Firey IT! ÞUNORES HAMOR, Hynne heyre glowran at ye Ah unco stand! Wi’ Great Clan-Vermillion Wyld Wraith o’ mine Hye, Norland-Fair, an’ orra Warlike! Wi’ Battle-Axe o’ mine gleamin’, Unner yon War-Glare, ne’er, ne’er settin’, An’ the Sunne’s ain Disc Refulgent, BLŌDE ANWEALD, HWÍTE HEAÐUSIGEL, Wnto deep the Wanwordie World, Mirk hynne, IT! Richte, orra Ancestral an' Warlike Richte! Greatly, unco greatly! Flamin'-Firey an' Zenith-Supreme, IT! Verra Iron-Curse Blindin'! An’ He cam! the Thunderbolt at length Unto me He orra cam! Thus struck waes Ah! My Flesh, an' Bluid, an' Spirit! Intae Thor's ain Skye-Force At once turnin' Tae greatly, tae unco! Verra Guid Orrah! see Thro' Nyow Total Skye-Blindness O'erhuman o' mine! Altogether hynne noo, Great Guid Saxon Orrah! The Forerunnin’ Presence noo Devastatin’ Wnto me, stick-an-stowe, noo orra IT! comin', IRSERN-SCÉAWERE IC, CWIOFYRES BURHWEARD, BÆLÞRACE OND BRYNEWIELMA GEBORGA, Frae thowa, IT! in Primal Wreððe Skye-Essences Or Twæȝe Strang Sunnes Hwenne! Beguid an’ Great, Great Warlike Orrah! Out-owre Hye Mountayn Glade, sic unco Wide: The Cauld Vitrified Fort   Wha's Sharp Surroundin' Gleamin' Wa Thro' Hye Heat Monumental generated! TAP O' NOTH waes: FÆRBRYNE GLÆSFÆTES STANWEORC, In Thundir-Bluid an’ Frame, An' further unco Skye-Imbued Ah! Wi' the Earthly Unidentified Energy Frae thad Towerin' Verra Steid, Noo still walkin’, At length thare surveyed hynne Ah! Wi’ Fyre-Sight, Deep-Penetratin’ IT, An’ Auldfarran, Lucid Reason o’ mine, The Heaven’s Blue Verra Vault: Proud Storm-Shrine, Dearest o’ mine! Ane wi’ my Skye-Rage Hye,   An’ the Atmosphere, waes IT, waes IT, Intolerably close, yet unco Potent, Heimdall-Divine! Hynne beheld Ah, lo! TWA ESSENCES O’ FYRE! BRYNEWIELMUM CAMPWUDA, Intangible, Untouchable, Impenetrable, baith Thay, O’er the Whole Uranic Skye-Arch, Their Skye-Dominion an’ Primordial Skye-Dignity Unco haudin’: The Essence o’ the ΛOΓΟΣ an’ the Essence o’ the REAL, Thay: STĪELENRA-HEÁÐUSIGELA FÝRBÆREAN GÆDERSCYPE OND GLÉDEGESA ÞĀ HLŪDE BECWÆDON, Twa! Tangible, Visible MICHTY SRANG SUNNES! Twa, hynne! Let me stylle noo distinctly remember! Unco Martially an' Norland Colourful! Great Orrah! Rotatin', Thay A'! Thay A'! Great Lone Sight o' mine! Splintered nae! Round Shields o' War Dazzlin': Ský Skǫglar frae the Auld Wondie Hólmganga, Thay! Frae Auld! Verra, indeed Verra primevaly Auld! Thro' Deep the Firey Tyme Conquerin', an' Ruthless, An' towardis the Fleysche, Fallacious hynne Mortal, unforgivin'! Crucial Gory Soil in yon 537 A.D. CAMLANN called Thad haes bin, IT! a Witness tae my ain Shed Battle-Bluid! BRYTENCYNING, IC WIÞGEHÆFTE HINE, BLÁCAN ÁNWÍGE, EFENLÍCAN GÚÐHERE BLÆDE, Meany, Meany Kingdomes, an' Onslaughts, A' Bluish-Ironclad Thay, ago!    Hynne noo, whileas Ah stylle speak, Immortal am, an' waes awready! Yet Thad nae, nae enough IT proved Afore the Presence Devastatin' o' the OVERMAN! Stylle, Ah knew, HE noo in waitin'! HE WHA! HE WHA! HE WHA unco: The Verra ENS! thro' the Dazzlin' Skye-Bluish Revenge o' HYS,   Hynne Mine! Tae the Yieldin' Ground o'ershadows! an' in an Ultimate Whyte War Flashin' tae Fathomless Eternity, in Gore Shinin' defeats! Intense Meanin' Primordial o' Battle Fierce baith Thae! Hynne unco embodyin', Afore thys, thro’ Verra Lowe penetratin’, An’ wi’ Hye, Verra, Verra Skye-Hye! Thundir-Bluid Thunderous Awa, awa flowin’ IT, orra! Loneliest Vision o’ mine: GEBYLD, When, Great Thundir’s Orrah! Wi’ a speed Wicked yet Prodigious, lo! Sublime, Closer, closer, wi’ the Impetus frae Twa Skye-Rams Wyld They orra cam! An’ in a Common Skye-Embrace! Their Dazzlin’ Blades o’ Vibrant Steel! Hynne crossin’, Thus unco, owre imbued waes, waes Ah! Wi' Thad Verra Hye Steel-Glare, Ah! Wi' Thad intae Deep Fyre afore Wounded Step o' Mine meltin', Feudal, unco Feudal Skye-Knowledge, an' Airn-Revenge! An' advanced wi' Firm Martial Gait hynne, towardis The Lonely Gleamin', Flashingly Firey, Rewb-Gem o' Moorlan War Forgotten, Thro' ITS Sheer Inner Foirce hynne unco Reddenin'! HERECIRME, RÉOD GIMCYNN, Whileas the Stellar Wynde silently ensued Frae Thad Last Titanic Encounter an’ Battle, Wi’ unco deafenin’ Core-Clash, Frae Thor’s His-sel, again, The Whispered Warlike Voice! Hynne intae Ane Nucleus Whyte At length blendin’, afore wnto me Noo orra comin’ IT: The Shield-Blinding: DÆGSCIELD GEBLENDAÞ For rendered orra, orra sightless! Waes Ah noo, Yet still able to distinctly behold, An’ e’en deeper, unco deeper! Great Warlike Orrah! The Verra Dazzlin’ Core, IT! Wi’ Verra Bluish Flash, an’ the Skye-Gore Frae Thundir-Eyes noo o’ mine Sheer Sharp, IT! For Thad Sudden Thundir-Blindin’ o’ Mine! Ah am noo taukin’ abowt, Great Dunnottar’s an’ Tantallon’s Orrah! Gift Supreme frae Hye the Zenith-Skye! Orra Skye-Generous hynne, IT! Intae an All-Powerful, unco All-Powerful, Ah say! An’ All-Seein’ Thundir-Force Thundir-O’erhuman, hynne frae the Thundir ‘Yont-Human! IT, in Hye Fyre! Skye-turned, An’ New Unknown Fiery Demons IT Orra, orra! unveiled: ÁGLÆCAN WUNDORSÉON, Athwart Noble Airn-Person o’ mine, Thro’ the Cauld Blast frae Thad Moorlan Wynde O’er an’ o’er fallin’, For the Verra Skye-Vision o’ the OVERMAN, Guid Orrah! Great Warlike Thundir’s Orrah! Unco Profound IT waes! An’ unco killed IT the Unprepared, For waes IT for nae Unworthy Skellum   To Feud an’ Sword Foreign! An’ the Whole Wnivers, in a Verra Flash, Thro’ the Same Auld an’ New Thunderbolt Ah waes lookin’ for, Penetrated IT orra waes: THE HERACLITEAN, DEVASTATINGLY PROPHETIC, IT! FIERY SKYE-FORCE! FRAE THE VERRA AIRN-PERSON STEEL-CONCRETE, IT! DAZZLINGLY 'YONT-TELLURIAN AN' SKYE-CENTRAL! O' THE OVERMAN: THE 'YONT-HUMAN HYNNE NAE HUMAN! THAD LIKE CONQUERIN', RAGIN' WHYTE-FYRE, WI'IN THE YIELDIN' MURKY MIRK VOID SHINES! INCANDESCENT O'ERHUMAN VERRA BODY! THAD MINE AIN, AH KNEW, SUNE AN' SYNE! UPON THAE BENS DREARY, IT SHALL, GREAT GUID ORRAH! BE! AN' WHA'S NOBLE AN' SOLEMN NAIM HYE! HYE! THE ETHER'S AIN SKYE-SUBSTANCE INTAE ALL-FERVID LOWES AN' METALLIC BRILLIANCY TURNIN' ΥΠΕΡ-ΚΕΡΑΥΝOΣ WAES! THUNDIR-CONSCIOUS, AN’ DIRECTIN’, THUNDIR-DESTROYIN’, HYNNE CRAETIN', O’ER ALL THUNDIR-DOMINATIN’, TO THE INFINITE UNCO THUNDIR-GROWIN’, MINE AIN BLUISH MOORLAN BLUID TO THE INFINITE ORRA THUNDIR-FEEDIN’, Together hynne wi’ my Arteries o’ Skye-Blue In Baith Spirit an’ the Verra Flow, When orra struck again waes Ah! Wnto Verra Death, an’ e’en ‘yont! waur e’en waur! Skye-Waur, Great Warlike Orrah! Towardis the Verra Dazzlin’ Skye-Weregild o’ Gowd: GOLDWEARDA FORNÉÐAN, For the Loneliest Vision o’ mine To in Fyre, still unco blinded Ah! Distinctly behold, At bein’ hynne, Great Warlike Orrah! The Sole Ironclad Witness O’ my by-gone Path Aflame, Intae ‘Yont-Human Will o’ mine! Noo unco forged, Great Hye Orrah! Wnto the Auld Bluid-Rock o’ Rebel Sacrifice Far awa! in the Snowy Caucasus Nae longer IT chained! HRINGUM SWEORCAN, Meanwhile, lo! At my Mirk Cloaked Back, Behold ye! Another Identical Skye-Fusion! For Twa Dazzlin’ Whyte Glows, Symmetrical Unco Mirrors They, As if frae Myrddin’s ain Magic, To View o’ mine orra appeared: Perfect Pow’r o’ Infinite Reflection, They! Mine ain Past, my ain Future! Baith embodyin’, An’ waes stylle Ah! Intae the Verra Middle o’ the Glare Standin’ Wi’ Gleamin’ Claymore drawn, Dearest o’ mine! Thundir-Hurt stylle, afore noo the Destroyer of the Past: ÍSIGE CWYLMING An’ noo, Guid, Verra, Verra Guid o’ Gowd Warlike Orrah! Thus willed Ah! the OVERMAN! BISENE WRECEND, Freish an’ Auld! Airn-Feudal an’ Strang! DUGUÞMIHTUM OND HEORUSWENGE, ĒACEN BIÞ ŌFER-MANN, Wi’ Michty Inner Energy o’ mine Great Feudal Orrah! unco Alone! Wha's Sole Hye Naim Firey OVERWILL! IT unco, oan the Gory Battlefield, Ah weall knew IT waes! Frae the Verra Skye-Dragun! A' Destroyin' hynne HE! Intae the Deep Fyre, wi' HYS Beastly Wings thus orra spread, Unco, prodigiously o'er A' HE hoverin', Towardis the Past allwayes Dreadful e'en, hynne! Wi’ HYS Scales o’ Enraged Gowd, The Shinin’ Horror wi’in the Skye, IT! FÝRDRACAN GLÆD GRYREBRÓGA SÉ FORÞGEWITENNESSE UNWYRCÐ, Skye-Perfect! intae the Mirror-Glare Image o' mine, HE! The OVERMAN o' Deep Fyre, Th'gither wi' my ain Reflected Bluid, hynne! Noo, in Feudal Tartane-War stylle thundir-flowin'! More intensely! o'er an' o'er in Steel hynne, HYS Supreme Presence greatly tae the Infinite! Orra skye-increasing! Intae the noo Unleashed Skye-Pow’r! Unto my Wounded Spirit o'er an' o'er Hynne HE skye-returnin’! As ane wi’ the Moorlan Rumblin’ Thunderbolt Ah waes lookin’ for, The Sacral Dazzlin’ Chain Mail Ablaze: SCÉAWERE-HRÉOH, In the Skye-Identity e'en most Skye-Asolute IT! My ain! HE orra, unco flashingly wearin’, Thus willed Ah! Past o’ mine back IT! In Feudal Person o’ HYS, my ain! empowered: GORY GHAIST! by-gone Immortal o’ mine IT! Still orra Alive an’ Fiery! Flowin’ an’ flashin’ Thad not Identical unto ITSELF IT waes! Hynne unto ITSELF most identical! Quhenne! in Feudal Airn-Flesh o’ HYS, Great Warlike Orrah! Thro’ Ragin’ Skye an’ Earthly Pride at once IT, Most fleshily, intae Hye Fyre Purifin’ Waes incarnated, Thus willed Ah, Future o’ mine, tae, hynne! Wi’ the Iyce Cross o’er Moorlan Coat o’ Arms, Frae Noble Dundarg’s Hye Wa, In Feudal Steel, Greater, unco Greater IT! Shimmerin’, For the Past lived in the Verra Bluid o’ HYS, Thynce thro' Hye Firey Gore Immortal:   FULMINE VICTOR MAGNUS INVICTUSQUE OVERMAN Let me Thys, NOBLE GLAMIS’ GREAT ORRAH! Truly, unco truly yell! waes IT potentiated, An’ sae waes the Future, stylle my Verra, Verra Ain! Wnto Dazzlin’ Airn-Bosom o’ mine   Wi’ Increasin’ Ocean’s Rage Tempestuous Fore’er returnin’, CRÆFTUM OND RÝNE STÍELE! BEADUWÆPEN, Intae Single Will O’erhuman An’ Unforgivin’ Continuum, as Ane, Whare Ye! Dearest Hye Thundir o’ mine! At the Verra Skye-Zenith, Still silently dwell!   Hynne willed Ah! my ain Image Frae the Past! Frae the Future! wi’ unco Force, At once IT emergin’, Towardis the Past! Towardis the Future! wi’ orra Dignity, At once IT rushin’, Intae the Implacable Spiral o’ Becomin’ Thad Ane wi’ the Verra Vortex o’ Return IT! Great Warlike Orrah! waes, The Past burnin’, the Future hynne IT affirmin’, An’ unto the Verra Skye-Core! GREAT HÖÐR’S AN’ WOTAN’S ORRAH! Directed, Noo afore my ain wi’ Fyre Wounded Eyes, Thro’ each Revolution, ITS unco Strength, Great Warlike Norland Orrah! Unto the Fathomless Fiery Infinite Increasin’: The Verra Mountayn Thunderbolt! Ah waes lookin’ for, For the Increase o’ Pow’r ne’er Identical Unto itself IT waes, Hynne waes unto Itself most identical! As noo met wi’ Ah THE DESTROYER O’ THE PAST, THE CREATOR O’ THE FUTURE, O’ LYFE FORE’ER CHANGIN’ THE GREAT AFFIRMATOR, HYE SKYE-VEINS O’ HYS O’ERHUMAN, MY AIN! THE IRONCLAD INCARNATOR AN’ THE FEUDAL WITNESS! O’ MY BURNAN MOUNTAYN-PATH DYIN’: THUNDIR-FRAME O’ MINE, HE! STRONGER! STRONGER! O’ER AN’ O’ER, UNTO MY BY-GONE DAYS BLEEZAN, AN’ THE ROARAN’ FUTURE! AS MOLTEN SKYE-GOWD INCORRUPTIBLE NOO RETURNIN’, WHAR IMMORTALITY ITSELF HYNNE, IN FORE’ER INCRESIN’ HYE FYRE AN’ BATTLE-GORE, O’ERSHADOWED IT WAES,   INTAE DEEP THE WHYTE SPIRAL, SKYE-RECURRENCE INCANDESCENT, IT! ANE WI’ THE LONE IRONCLAD IMAGE UNTO VERRA, VERRA PERFECTION! SKYE-SPECULAR O' MINE! SCORCHIN' AN' SHININ' AN' UNCO TANGIBLE, HE! THE CLOAKED SKYE-FIGURE THAD WAES NOO 'YONT THAD AULD FORGOTTEN WA, MY BLEEDIN' SKYE-COURAGE IN WARLIKE SILENCE AWAITIN', FRAE THE DEPTHS O' THE ROTATIN’ SKYE-ENERGY, WEALHFÆRELDES DÆGWÓMA, PROUDLY AN' INVINCIBLY SKYE-STANDIN'! WHAR, GUID SKYE ORRAH! FIERY WOE INTAE FEUDAL STEEL MELTIN', DEEPER AN' NOBLER IT PROVED! AN’ WI’ DAZZLIN' SKYE-REVENGE O'ER AN' O'ER, GREAT THOR'S ORRAH! IT SUPREMELY, IN BLUISH NORLAND AIRN FLASHED! For, lo! the Verra Blank frae the Past Together wi’ ITS Inevitable Feud-Foreign Woe Hauntin’ Thad cannae be avoided hynne! Mirk an’ Invisible, IT! It nae longer existed! It nae longer existed! For unco filled noo IT waes By the Devourin’ Lone Lowe an’ the Verra Frame: The Chain-Mailed, Heated in Airn War-Wame O’ THE OVERMAN! HE: WILL, AS THE VERRA INNER ENERGY! VIGOUR, AS THE VERRA INNER WILL! FRAE THE PAST, FRAE THE FUTURE! TANGIBLE, VISIBLE, INCARNATED, NOBLE WYLD DRAGON, SKYE-BEAST O’ MINE, GRYREBRÓGA OND FÆRGRYRE, WUNDORA WYRM! ÚHT-SCEAÞA HÉ! FYRE-WOUNDED IN NAE GOWD-CAGE, HE! O'ER SKYE-SPIRIT O' MINE, HE! HYNNE, UNCO SKYE-FLYIN'! WI’ HYS SKYE-GORE O’ER THE BARS INVISIBLE TRULY MINE AIN! GREAT GUID ORRAH! DOWNE, DOWNE! NOO LIKE THE PUREST RHODIUM WI' THE FYRE-BLUISH SKYE-ARTERIES O' THE LONE THUNDERBOLT AH WAES LOOKIN' FOR AGAIN UNCO BLENDIN', Unto at Braemar the Verra Battle-Gore, Afore the Lang Hour, in Kyng Eochaid’s Martial Hidden Lore, By the Force o’ Flowin’ Lava Frae the Cauld an’ Dreary Highlands Implacable Echoin’ Thad Becomin’ as Increase in Pow’r IT, Great, Great Orrah! waes, Backwards intae Tyme! Intae the Future hynne! For the OVERWILL kan IT! Destroye the Feud-Foreign Gory Bygane! When o’er the Gleamin’ Skye-Cuirass O’ the HYE OVERMAN ALONE! IT lies visible an’ yieldin’ an’ razed an’ burnin'! When o’er the New Soil o’ Dazzlin’ Alabaster Conquerin’ Intae Deep the Future, thro’ Renewed Rage An' yon Incandescent Skye-Thundir! Ah waes lookin' for, HE! My Specular Skye-Incarnation! Fore'er orra creates! Whileas thae words, in Roaran’ Wreððe, Flame-Wounded, Ah still loudly whisper, But lo! Great Warlike Orrah! THE IYCE CROSS FIREY O’er Mirk War-Tartan, Dearest o’ mine! Next to Dundarg’s Hye Wa, Ah well remember! Embroidered, Close to my Ruby Brooch strangely IT, Unco strangely, like a Verra Premonition Gleamed, afore noo The Mirror-Fusion: WĒOHES MELTAN When, lo! Airn an’ Thundir! Great Immortal Warlike Orrah! Thro’ the Loud Whisper o’ the Thundir Ah waes lookin’ for,   The Image o’ the OVERMAN Detached ITSELF, lo! Frae baith the Surfaces in the Twa Opposed Mirrors: Frae baith thae Reflectin' Skye-Furnaces Gleamin'! Afore Noble Feudal Person o' mine, Unco Sightless! Still unco Skye-Sightless! E'en more! noo unco Sightless! HE hynne, orra Ah beheld cam! Wha’s Supreme Hieland Emanatin’ Force Frae the Directin’ Skye-Lightnin’, IT! Ah waes lookin’ for, Na orra, orra Prodigious Sight! Nae e’en Vör’s, or Heimdallur’s, or Snotra’s Ain! If nae in Thundir Skye-Blinded as noo Mine! Cuid, cuid IT! humanly, still tae humanly!   This noo Ah! in Thad Skye-Fyre ‘Yont-Human! Soarin’ heare in Dignity o’er Tap o’ Noth’s Black Vitreous Smeddum an’ Cauld Martial Sand, Cannae, cannae doubt! Thro’ Thad Flashin’ Skye-Reflection withstand, Frae the Past! frae the Future, hynne! Great Warlike Orrah! To encounter Spirit Ablaze o’ mine, To Unleash Wyld Beast Immortal Thad My Verra Mountayn Path   Guarded still, Some Bluish Bluid Stains IT leavin’ O’er the Michty an’ Pure Glass still: My ain! frae the Clash o’ Life,   An’ noo! Great, Great Warlike Orrah! A LIGHNIN’-SHADE IRONCLAD! Unto me, ITS Skye-Bluish Garb o’ Hye Skye-War! In an Identity an’ Heat, e’en the Most Absolute! To Verra Perfection reflectin', Towardis Feudal Person o’ mine IT noo! Wi’ Slow Skye-Gait, Devastatingly, IT advanced, An’ when afore me at length IT standin’, Thro’ the Loud Sound o’ the Thundir, lo! Ah waes still lookin’ for, In a Great Whoosh an’ Roaran’ Rumble Non-Human Deep Voice, IT! Frae the Past! Frae the Future! Frae the Verra Brunan’ Throat O’ the LIGHTNIN’ HIS-SEL! Ah waes still looking for, Wi’ Spiral Exhalations unner the Form, schorcin’ IT! O’ Just Anger frae Primeval hynne Most Real Forgotten Feudal Lore The Hand-to-hand Wapin-Storm Harsh! An’ Skye-Revenge, still Mine Ain! Unco an’ owre loaded, As Maddenin’ Heated-Airn, IT again! Unto the Cauld Blue Vault o’ the Verra Skye Wi’ orra, orra Dignity Lonely risin’,   Thae Verra Syllables! The VERRA SKYE-INCARNATOR O'ERHUMAN! Intae Deep noo, Great Orrah! The Abysmal Skye-Core Bluish-Aflame, IT! o' the Total Specular Skye-Force: BRYNEWELMES WORDHLÉOÐOR The Skye-Conscience, Víðarr-Hye o’ mine! Most distinctly! Great Warlike Orrah! HE, THE BLUISH INCARNATION HYE O' THE HYE LIGHTNIN' ITSELF! Ah waes lookin' for, Wi' a Skye-Cowntenance Storm-Hidden Flashin’ frae Deep the Obscured Skye-Mirk Thro’ a Battle-Scar intae the Fyre gleamin' O'er HYS left Sword-Offended Cheek: Thys cuid Ah! unco Blinded, see! Intae Deep the Skye-Unknown, Still, Great Guid Glamis’ Orrah! Stick-an-stowe a Wonner, Mine Ain! Thro' HYS remarkably Echoin', Non-human, hynne 'Yont human! VERRA SKYE-RUMBLIN'! Noo unco earthily uttered: YE, WOLF-WOUNDED! AN’ PROUD, IN BLACK TARTAN O’ WAR MUFFLED, KEEK AT ME! KEEK AT ME NOO! IN NAE TAE EARTHLY TOWMOND! DO NOO HYNNE LISTEN TAE ME! YE, NOO FYRE-IRONCLAD WOUNDED! THE HYE NORLAND GODS INTAE OWRE FYRE STYLLE HYNNE HONORIN'! BETTYR BIDE AN' DIE OAN THE NOBLE BATTLEFIELD GORY, AN' STYLLE, 'YONT BAITH LIEFES AN' DEATH, FORE'ER ALIVE HYNNE BE! THEYNE BIDE A MISERABLE LIEFES! WULFE BLŌDGA HEONAN! ÞŪ BLADESUNGA OND LÉOMENA HEOFONFYR, WACA BYRNSWEORDES WIÐ GEHATUM! FOR DAINGEROUS! VERRA, INTAE THE FEUDAL FYRE DEEP, IT! DAINGEROUS! MUST TREOWE IDEAS, IN VERRA HYE LOWES, BE! FOR THE VERRA MICHTY, WHYTE ZENITH-SUNNE AN' THE ALLWAYES UNKOWN MIRK DEATH! THE SAME THAY! GREAT THOR'S NORLAND ORRAH! ARE, FOR THE SELECTED FEUDAL MAN, IRONCLAD HE! AS YE, IN THAE HYE LOWES, UNCO ARE! NOO AFORE ME! INTAE THE AULD LONE TARGE-REFLECTION THAD IS, WAES, AN' SHALL IT BE, THINE! HYNNE, HEARE AH AM! FOR FRAE THE AULD SHIELD-MIRROR YER RICHTE SKYE-VENGENCE! FOR YER AIN SKYE-FORM AFORE YE HATH RISEN NOO! FOR FREISH VALUES ARE NOO OWRE NEEDED! WI'IN DEEP PRIMAL SKYE-FYRE UNCO SKYE-LIVED! SAE, SKYE-LIVE THAIM! UNCO DRAM THAIM A’! WHATE'ER THE RISK INFERNAL, AN' MOORLAN AMBUSH! GÁSTCWALE HELRÚNENA FORNÉÐAN, THRO’ HYE BLUISH SKYE-LOWES, SKYE-DESTROYIN’ THAY WI’IN YER AIN LONE SKYE-VOICE IT NOO! FRAE AFARRE! FRAE UNCO AFARRE RUMBLIN’, FOR CURSED IS THE FLEETIN' HOUR! AN' SAE MUST BE CONQUERED, IT! GREAT ORRAH! AYE! IN YER SUPERIOR BLUID NOO O'ERHUMAN, MINE AIN! FOR BRANDED HAE AH RUDDY SKYE-FLESH O’ MINE THAD WAES, IS, AN’ SHALL IT BE! BY THYS VERRA, VERRA SKYE-IMAGE HYNNE, YER AIN! WI’ THE IYCE-CROSS FIERY FRAE HYE THE THUNDIR’S LOUD VOICE, IN NAE WHISPER DAMNABLE, NOR AIRN-FOREIGN! AH NOO ORRA TELL: YER SYMMETRICAL LONE SKYE-FORCE: THE VERRA LONE THUNDIR-BLUID! YER AIN LONE SKYE-WRAITH IRONCLAD! THRO' ETERNAL SKYE-POW’R, AN' OUT O’ THE BLUISH LONE SKYE-REVENGE O’ER AN’ O’ER UNCO, O’ERHUMANLY MIRRORIN’! TO YE HYNNE OWRE IN DEEP FYRE RETURNIN’, YER AIN WANTIN’ SKYE-HALF, HYNNE! TH'GITHER WI’ YER SKYE-SPIRIT! IN HYE LOWES NOO UNTO THE CORE SKYE-DABBED! A' THIS! A’ THIS! AH SAY! AH TRULY YELL! TH'GITHER WI' THE LAST SKYE-PRIZE! INTAE HYE THE SKYE-BLAZE, THE HAIL ENEMY LAND HARSH NOO FRAE CAULD HORIZON TO CAULD HORIZON OWRE CROSSIN’, A' THIS! A' THIS! AH ALLON, TRULY! YER MIRROR SKYE-DOWBILL IMMORTAL! THRO' STEEL CORE-METALLIC, IN HYE SKYE-FYRE AM! ABYSMAL LAVA-BLUID O’ MINE! FLOWIN’ FRAE HYE RED HEL, IT! THY LANE BEHOLD! YER AIN! INTAE DEEP THE FUSION-GLARE, BLASTED SKYE-FURNACE IT! UNREACHABLE, UNFATHOMABLE, MOST TANGIBLE, IT! THE VERRA FRAME LESURELY, NEXT TO YE IN BATTLE STROLLIN’! THE LONE INCARNATION AN’ THE SKYE-ROAR FRAE THE VERRA THUNDERBOLT YE WERE LOOKIN’ FOR HYNNE YER FUTURE, YER BYGANE: NAE DIFFERENCE! THAA ARE MINE AIN! INTAE THE HYE FYRE, FRAE YER TANGIBLE SKYE-WILL! THAD AH NOO HEARE AM, FOR SKYE-ENERGY CANNAE DERIVE FRAE NOTHINGNESS! NOR UNTO NOTHINGNESS KIN IT RETURN! HYNNE WILL, 'YONT DEATH, THRO' THE LANG AN’ BLUISH SKYE-LOWE YE WERE LOOKIN’ FOR, IMMORTAL AS CONQUERIN' PROVES, STILL, WI'IN RAGIN' AN' VISCERAL DEEP PRIMAL FYRE, YER AIN! FOR YE SHALL STILL LIVE YER LIFE AGAIN,   THIS TYME INTAE THE HYE SKYE-POW'R! WI' ITS NEW ESSENCE SELF-OVERCOME, HYNNE DO UNCO LIVE NOO! THAD VERRA GORE HEARE, FRAE MY BLEEZAN OPEN SCARS, YER AIN! FOR THE WORN PAST DWELLS DEFEATED IN THE FUTURE AS EMPOW'RED! INTAE THE STEEL-BLUISH IMAGE AH HEARE AM! NOO AFORE THINE SKYE-BLINDED EYES THRO' THE LONE HYE LOWE WOUNDED, THAD ARE ALSO MINE! IN NAE SPECTRAL FYRE, HYNNE! STICK-AN-STOWE, AN' VERRA VERRA SUNE! YER AIN! WI'IN THE HYE ZENITH-THUNDIR HYNNE, YE WERE LOOKIN' FOR, O'ER AN' O'ER FORE'ER LIVIN',   AN' THRO' THE HIELAND FLOWIN 'LAVA: THE BECOMIN' IN POW'R FORE'ER RENEWED THRO' THAD SKYE-BLUID HYNNE!   FLASHINGLY STREAMIN' AS A CONQUERIN' WYLD FYRE-RIVER FRAE NOBLE HYNNE SUPERIOR GORE, DOWNE, DOWNE! INTAE THE VERRA WHYTE CHASM, AN' FLASHIN' ABYSS! FRAE YON SHARP AN' SHININ' AN' TOWERIN' MIRK ROCKS! AN' THIS SACRIFICIAL BLUISH BLUID INCANDESCENT FRAE O'ERHUMAN LIFE STILL WOUNDED, MINE! WAES, AN' IS, AN' SHALL IT BE! BEHOLD YE! UNCO SEE YE, NOO! YE, O'ERHUMANLY BLINDED! HE WHA! THE DREARY VOID O' DARKNESS CANNAE, CANNAE! IN ANY MANNER NOO KNOW! HYNNE IN HIELAND SKYE-RAGE, AN' HYE! O'ER THE FEUDAL THRONE IMMORTAL, AN' HEARE! OAN THE SURFACE O' THIS SKYE-MIRROR! WAES, AN' IS, AN' SHALL IT BE! WI'IN THE MELTIN' UNTO THE COSMIC CORE SKYE-GLARE, YER AIN! AN' NOO! DO ADVANCE! DO TAKE A STROLL INTAE THE HYE SKYE-GORE! GANG AYONT! GANG AYONT! AH SAY! 'YONT EVERYTHING! ‘YONT LIFE AN’ DEATH E’EN! GANG AYONT! AN' WHATE SHALL YE IN THE END SEE? AT THE BOTTOM O' THE WHYTE CHASM FIERY? YER FLASHIN' IN AIRN IMAGE ALONE! THAD IS MINE AIN! HEE HAW, HEE HAW ELSE, AH SAY! WI’IN THE SPECULAR SKYE-POW'R INCARNATED, THE VERRA SUM AN’ COMMUNION O’ THE ETERNAL TENSIONS IN BECOMIN’ DWELLIN’ AH HEARE AM! THRO’ THE LOUD SING FRAE THE THUNDIR HYNNE! BY HYE SKYE-VENGEANCE FORE’ER INCREASIN', O'ER AN' O'ER TO YER SPIRIT HYNNE RETURNIN', YERS HYNNE MINE! When noo, Great Warlike Orrah! Upon thae Verra Words, thro’ my Ain By noo Thundir-Voice! In an' unco Skye-Rumblin', Wi'in Thad O'erhuman Blaze wi' hye force condensin' Intae a NEW THUNDIR-FRAME Skye-Concrete In aspects o' PURE BLUISH HEAT! HUMAN ALTOGETHER NAE LONGER, IT! tone, Ah distinctly hearin’, When noo, Guid Sundrum's Orrah! The Fyre-Bringer: FÝRHEARD HEREWULF OND HEREWÆÐA A Thoosan Black Banners, in Hye Glorious Lowes, Orra issuin’, An’ wnto yon Whyte Chasm the Salute wavin’, Wi’ the Hue o’ Red-Hel IT imbuin’, HE, Hynne Ah: the Freish an’ Auld Titan Far awa, far awa! wi'in the Dreary Caucasus! Frae ayont yon Suthron, hynne! Ah kin clearly see! Rebel hynne Creator, HE! HE, Creator hynne Rebel! The OVERMAN! comin’ o’er, still approachin’, Intae noo deep the Skye-Dance Everlastin’ Thro’ HYS AIN hynne MINE Skye-Thunderous Sound Ah waes lookin’ for, Dominatin’, Frae Thae Simmetrical Verra Fyre-Mirrors! Still glarin’ Ne’er e’er to yield, the Twa Skye-Surfaces! Nor in human, tae human! Unco Gory Misery, nor Skye-Foreign Blasphemy, Nor Damnable an' Cowardly Affront To e'er wane! At length thro' the Hye Vigour Supreme Frae the Overwill Alone! Dearest o’ Mine! Inner Energy Abysmal: Still Uknown, IT! An’ in Skye-Reverge freed! A Thoosan Black Banners, in Fyre, Ah say! HE, hynne Ah issuin’, When noo, Great Guid Orrah! The Skye-Bluid o' the OVERMAN: Theis! oan Thae Countless Mirk Banners floatin' In Hye Honour o' the Zenith-Sunne! Wi'in abysmal whyte runes waes noo graven, Hye Selective an' Skye-Supreme proved! Nae, nae IT, for all! For nae everybody is worth withstandin' The Return o' Pow'r's Noble, an' Flashin' Supreme Force, an' Infinite Speed, an' Spiral Revolution! CÁFNES ÞRÝÞBORD, Tae the Skye-Limitless fore’er, In the Form o’ Hye Steel Feudal Skye-soarin’, ITS Verra Great, Verra Guid, Great Guid Auld Carham’s Orrah! Burnan Wheill o’ Universal Core-Energy Skye-Central, Skye-Abysmal, IT! Alongside the Rational Force frae the Thundir-Impetus Thad waes, is, an’ shall IT be the OVERMAN’S AIN! In Hye Lowes increasin’, Tae the Skye-Infinite, hynne! Most Renewed, most Identical, Intae the Verra Spiral most Empowered! The Worthy ENS, unco hynne Joyful, IT! Immortal owre feastin’, For intae Thae Rapid Coils o' Glorious Fyre hynne, Frae Thys MICHTY TARGE O' SKYE-ENERGY PERENNIAL! Nae for all! Immortality is solemnly worth Thro' Thad Increasingly Growin' Feudal Skye-Rebirth Steel-Mirrorin'! Wnto ragefully Bluish-Ablaze an' Core-Feudal Noble Hye Perfection! An' in Eternal Steel Unconditional, IT! Dwellin', The Human, tae Human! Gory Chains o’ Promethean Slavery Bluish wi’ the Verra Reverberation Frae the Lightnin’ O’erhuman Ah waes lookin’ for, They suddely becam! An’ at length, Great Warlike Orrah! The Lonesome Blindin’ Frame o’ Gowd, Wha’s Sole Hye Thundir-Naim Overman Skye: SCEAWERES IREN-EALWEALDA IT orra waes! Frae the Twa Dazzlin' Mirrors In Perfect Symmetry emanated wi’in The RETURN O’ POW’R! Burnan’ Vortex-Event Universal, IT! In Slender Lines o’ Whyte Fyre, The Verra Core Heat Reachin’, Intae Infinite Reflections o’ Primordial Pow’r Frae the Twa Lookin' Glasses, Blindin' They! O’er All, Great, Great IT! Njörður's ain Battle Orrah! Limitless Dominion, an’ the Feudal Rule Steel-haudin’, WHILEAS WAES AH! WAES AH! GUID, VERRA GUID EILEAN DONAN'S WAR-TARTAN ORRAH! STYLLE CHAINED IN BLUISH GORE, MY AIN! HYNNE THE OVERMAN'S AIN, TAE! WNTO THE AULD AN' HYE! VERRA SKYE-HYE, IT! THUNDIR-GLEAMIN' BLUID-ROCK O' SKYE-SACRIFYCE: NAE LONGER! NAE ORRA SKYE-LONGER! An’ ITS central Rays an’ the Verra Lowes Intae Ane Flashin’ Ironclad ***** Polarizin’, A Thoosan Tymes Greater, Mightier hynne: The OVERMAN! O’er an’ o’er unto me returnin’, ‘Yont the Reddenin’ Pillars o’ Immortal Skye-Renown! ‘Yont Death, the Mirk Unknown! An’ ITS Feud-Foreign Fear, Whyle, lo! the Steel-Vibration gleamin’ Frae Máni's ain Verra Crescent, Dusky-Red, IT! Waes, waes, in yon Murky West Still IT unco risin', Unfathomable, an' Potent, an' Dreary, Unto the Stane Circles’ Builders Wounded frae Life, at Skara Brae, Appearin’, At right angles to the Chain-Mailed ***** Noo orra descedin’ To cross the Region o’ the Heart: Let IT fall intae the Verra Abyss! Yet the Sceadewe! Great Wotan's Orrah! ÓÐENES HÁLIGE CRAWE, IT stylle leisurely stood, In Hys Mirk Bluid Bleedin’, Crossed hynne by the Verra Thunderbolt! Ah waes lookin’ for, An’ Hys, frae Kyng Rædwald the Gift! Mask o’ War IT, lo! Wi’ Black Fyre bleedin’, Upon the Cauld Soil, together wi’ Hys Cloak, Waes IT thrown, Hynne Hys Mirk Warlike Self unveilin’, Still Mine Ain! Nae Gory Fear! tae owre hide: SCEAD UNDER HELME HEARD BIÞ, MĪN FORESCÝWA RÉADAÞ.
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Jun 30, 2021
Jun 30, 2021 at 10:26 AM UTC
hermes-varini
Overman Skye
The Airn-Wanderer: WÆPEN WUNDUM SUNDORGENGA Waes Ah! Waes Ah, noo! Beguid! an’ Greatly, unco Greatly Hye, IT! Wi'in Abysmal-Deep Primal Fyre, IT! Great Fair Thor's Orrah! Lookin’ yondir! lookin’ yondir, noo! Afore avidly, unco avidly Drank hynne Ah! Great Warlike Orrah! The Gowblat o’ Noble Precious Gowd Shimmerin': Gleamin’ further, IT! Ane an' the Same, hynne! Wi' the Verra Glare frae Bein' o' Power Supreme! Gift Invincibly Purified IT, hynne! Thad Enraged Wotan’s ain Verra Chalice o’ mine, An’ Toast frae Hye-HEREHAND! Great, in Fyre Ragin' noo, Ullr's Orrah! Frae Noble Valhalla Rairan Deep Wi’ ITS Metal Fiery Soul, hynne! Orra Skye-Substance, orra Skye-Schorcin’ o’ mine! Noo, verra unco! Core-Martially stylle grabbin’, Wi’ Black Leather Glove O’ Total Dazzlin’, an' Verra, Verra ​Core-Abysmal, IT! Whyte-War, hynne! ÞUNORE HWÍT CEALLA, Fyre-Flowin’, the Verra Northumbrian Mead!   Livin’, Tasty wi’ Pow’r, Great Warlike Orrah! Niflheim-Watery, IT! BEADWE, MĪN SWÆTAN, Frae yon Ironclad Norþan-hymbre! Frae Hel Itself Delicious, Unco dyrinkin’, downe the hatch! Hynne Ah, My by-gone Days left orra Aflame: Great Vision! Great Bellum! noo dyin’ o’ mine! Whileas stylle waes hynne Ah! Thro’ the Bare Highlands Dreary, ‘Yont South Ruins’ Bluish Burnan Wa, Deep-Wanderin’, In search for the Verra Lightnin’ Raed, An' Flashin' Guide o' mine Devastatingly Immortal! BĒOWES RĒADA FÝRTORR, O’er Thae Cauld Moorlan Heights hynne, Leisurely, implacably, Great Warlike Orrah! Amyd Hye Rocky Smeddum all abowt me Strollin’, Intae the Verra Mirk Unfathomable, Airn-Flesh o’ mine, hynne Throwin’, An' my Wise an’ Bold an’ Proud! Sensual Noble Dame, Gerðr galdrs Scho! MĪN FÆÐMLICE OND BRYNIGE CWÝNE SÉO HYGEÞRYMME ÁDRÍEGEÞ, A' Oor Inflamed Naychts! Verra Wyntry Naychts! Afore the Sacral Stane-Hearth: WINTRES WÍDERFEORLIC HEORÐ, HWÆR ÆFRE OND LÍGBRYNE ÚSERE BRÆD GEMETEÞ, Stylle deep-burnin', Guid, Verra Guid Bleezan Orrah! Scho unco weall! Scho unco weall! Ah say! Rememberin', In Lang Robes o' Deep Crimson Fyre, noo! Her Superior Womanhood, Full! An' divinely, orra divinely! Thro' Her Glowin' Mystery Sinuous, o'er endowed! Hynne stylle, unco ardently! in Primal Lowes, fully Sinuous! Whare, Thys weall! weall! Scho unco knew! Ah! Guid, Verra Guid Thundir's Orrah! Used tae ay lose! nae abeigh! Wi'in an Abyss Interminable an' Endless Contynent! Ay, Great Guid Orrah! Masell! An’ Verra Firey! sinuously Trowe! Verra Soul! Unco tightly, wi' Norland Passion Stylle profoundly Wemenlie o' Hers! Shrouded, Scho saw me! Scho orra saw me! Noo, wi’ Courage Ablaze an’ unco Wreððe Ascendin’ To orra desire! to orra possess, To hae IT! To unco hae IT! back again! Ah! LEOFLIC IREN HÁTAN! The Lone Airn-Wanderer, SUNDORGENGA, Ah! Frae yon Auld Götaland: LAND GUMCYNNES GEAT-MÆCGUM, BEADWE-HEARPENÆGLES EORÐRÍCE, My ain Lost, the OVERMAN'S HIS-SEL! Great, Great Mjölnir's Warlike Orrah! Wi’ Bluish Skye-Gore, frae Thae Cauld Heights Unco! Verra, Verra Guid O'erhuman, Hynne, neist tae the Forgotten Firey Ruin! Totally 'Yont-Human! The DAZZLIN' OVERMAN'S AIN! Ah noo say! Ah noo tae the Moorlan Stormy Cluds yell! Orrah! Skye-Imbued Thundir-Bluid: NORÐÞUNRES WÆLDRÉOR Tae feel IT hynne! Tae unco feel IT: Great Guid Warlike Orrah! Total, unco Total, in Full New Skye-Gore IT! Verra, Verra Thor-Hye! Frae afarre! yet tae me Verra, Verra Skye-Close! Rumblin' Skye-Destruction o’ mine! Hynne Total Skye-Rebirth O'erhuman, An' the Roaran', unco Skye-Roaran', IT! Great Kvasir's Warlike Orrah! Afore the Verra Disc o' the Full Mowne Murky, Orra, unco, IT! in the East Dreary skye-risin', IT! 'Yont-Human, Great Jörð's Orrah! Supreme Transformation! WULFES GENIWUNG, Wi' the New Skye-Knowledge Scorchin' Owre, owre imbued! An' in the Soarin' Zenith-Fyre Deeply, deeply hawkan IT, hynne! Thro' Thad Cauld Moorlan Secret Ah am noo about to owre yell, Frae the Thundir's yon Rumblin' Verra, Verra Skye-Pride! Intae my Veins Fiery Fore’er an’ e’er, wi’ Ragin’ Skye-Bluish Hue Noo flowin’, Com on! Com on, hynne! Dearest Mountayn-Thunderbolt o’ mine! Taukin’ Ah noo am to ye stylle! Struck me deep! struck me noo, Ah yell! Great Fair Thor's Orrah! deep, ÍSENSCÚR, For fully Covered! orra Skye-Covered hynne! In Feudal Skye-Airn Indestructible Am Ah heare! for ye noo! Tae attract hynne! out o' Thad Norland Verra Blue! As the Skye-Magnet attracts the Rare Shinin' Metal, Yer deadly Skye-Rage wpon Airn-Skynne o' mine! Tae catalyze hynne yer loudly tellin', Frae Yon Abysmal Distance! Lone Skye-Voice, SCÍRHAM IC! BEADWE LÍGETUNG, Whyle Ah stylle! intae Hye Lowes unco climb Thad Cauld Rocky Soil, Whyle Ah stylle unco tell Thad Vision, most Solitarie o’ mine, Whyle Ah stylle restlessly, implacably seek My ain Lost Skye-Sel! The Hye, Verra Hye! Adamantine Person o' the OVERMAN! SUNSCÍNE SEOLF OND LINDGEBORGA, Want Ah! truly unco, want Ah! owre want Ah, hynne! Beguid an’ Great Guid! Hôm Loga Himna Orrah! Noo, richte noo! This kin Ah! still noo unco truly yell! 'Yont yon Whunstane Stronghold's Mirk Well! Feel, unco o'erhumanly live, hynne! Thad Continual Flashin’ Frae the Grayish Leaden Moorlan Cluds Noo the Zenith-Sunne Invisible behynde Hye-glorifyin’! Thro’ the Verra Tundir Voice o'er an' o'er echoin, In shape o’ Norland Hammer frae the Battle, IT! Intae Veins Skye-Bluish o’ mine! NORÐANWINDE! BLÓDWRACU OND FÆHÞ, Next tae my Feudal Airn-Side noo still wounded By Enemy an' Cowardly, tae Human, tae Cowardly! Frae the Distance, hynne! shot at me! Still Mortal Arrows! Nae Fear, hynne! tae Earthly! tae Miserable, Surpassingly Miserable, IT! unto the Verra Core! To the Hye Fair-Haired Gods, In Strang Norland Dignity an' Supreme Pow'r, An' Skye-Vengeance frae Enraged Sacral Thule blowin'! Noo! thro' Noble an' Future Skye-Gore o' mine schawe! In my stylle the Verra Lightnin': VICTORIAE SANGUINISQUE SIGNUM OVERMAN Noo implacably approachin'! An’ ye! Sweyt an’ Scaur Enemies, not Quhone all ye! Ye still cannae, cannae hear? Yell an’ Furious Bellum, aye! Frae Loud Thundir-Voice o’ mine? Skye-Crash frae my Battle-Wounds IT: MĪN HEORUDREÓR GLADAÞ, Wi'in yer ignoble ears noo! Wnto the Sacral Open Blue Risin’ unco Freed! Ye still want to *** to orra Heaven? Hynne, heyre Ah am! Com on! Com on! All ye Cowards! Thys is whate Ah orra cam for! Fecht me! Hand-to-Hand Strang! Do signal the Attack! ÞINE UNEARH GÚÐÞRACU OND GEWEALC, ÞUNORRÁDE, MĪN HILDERÆS! Glitterin’ Skye Axe-Blade o’ mine winna, IT Cease to wait to orra shatter, In a single Thundir-Blow, all yer Targes! Com on! Com on hynne! ye Cowards! Do noo hae the Warlike Verra Guts to taste Gleamin' VARGS UNDA Alone o' mine! O'er ye thys single Thundir-Blow pourin'! Ye want still to unco give Unto Enraged Airn o’ mine, Wonner IT, lo! Yer Hand-to-Hand, hynne Feudal an’ Essential Battle-Bluid? HEOLFRE ANWIG, Wha hynne want to be the First? Wha hynne ready is noo to unco suffer Frae my Verra Skye-Airn noo Skye-Flashin'! Gunnþinga Called, IT! Hys, alongside the Skye-Foreign, Nadir's ain! Miserable, tae earthly, tae human orra Defeat? Fecht Ah! for the Glare an’ Hye Glory O'erhuman Frae Bein’ as Pow’r, Bluish-Firey IT! ÞUNORES HAMOR, Hynne heyre glowran at ye Ah unco stand! Wi’ Great Clan-Vermillion Wyld Wraith o’ mine Hye, Norland-Fair, an’ orra Warlike! Wi’ Battle-Axe o’ mine gleamin’, Unner yon War-Glare, ne’er, ne’er settin’, An’ the Sunne’s ain Disc Refulgent, BLŌDE ANWEALD, HWÍTE HEAÐUSIGEL, Wnto deep the Wanwordie World, Mirk hynne, IT! Richte, orra Ancestral an' Warlike Richte! Greatly, unco greatly! Flamin'-Firey an' Zenith-Supreme, IT! Verra Iron-Curse Blindin'! An’ He cam! the Thunderbolt at length Unto me He orra cam! Thus struck waes Ah! My Flesh, an' Bluid, an' Spirit! Intae Thor's ain Skye-Force At once turnin' Tae greatly, tae unco! Verra Guid Orrah! see Thro' Nyow Total Skye-Blindness O'erhuman o' mine! Altogether hynne noo, Great Guid Saxon Orrah! The Forerunnin’ Presence noo Devastatin’ Wnto me, stick-an-stowe, noo orra IT! comin', IRSERN-SCÉAWERE IC, CWIOFYRES BURHWEARD, BÆLÞRACE OND BRYNEWIELMA GEBORGA, Frae thowa, IT! in Primal Wreððe Skye-Essences Or Twæȝe Strang Sunnes Hwenne! Beguid an’ Great, Great Warlike Orrah! Out-owre Hye Mountayn Glade, sic unco Wide: The Cauld Vitrified Fort   Wha's Sharp Surroundin' Gleamin' Wa Thro' Hye Heat Monumental generated! TAP O' NOTH waes: FÆRBRYNE GLÆSFÆTES STANWEORC, In Thundir-Bluid an’ Frame, An' further unco Skye-Imbued Ah! Wi' the Earthly Unidentified Energy Frae thad Towerin' Verra Steid, Noo still walkin’, At length thare surveyed hynne Ah! Wi’ Fyre-Sight, Deep-Penetratin’ IT, An’ Auldfarran, Lucid Reason o’ mine, The Heaven’s Blue Verra Vault: Proud Storm-Shrine, Dearest o’ mine! Ane wi’ my Skye-Rage Hye,   An’ the Atmosphere, waes IT, waes IT, Intolerably close, yet unco Potent, Heimdall-Divine! Hynne beheld Ah, lo! TWA ESSENCES O’ FYRE! BRYNEWIELMUM CAMPWUDA, Intangible, Untouchable, Impenetrable, baith Thay, O’er the Whole Uranic Skye-Arch, Their Skye-Dominion an’ Primordial Skye-Dignity Unco haudin’: The Essence o’ the ΛOΓΟΣ an’ the Essence o’ the REAL, Thay: STĪELENRA-HEÁÐUSIGELA FÝRBÆREAN GÆDERSCYPE OND GLÉDEGESA ÞĀ HLŪDE BECWÆDON, Twa! Tangible, Visible MICHTY SRANG SUNNES! Twa, hynne! Let me stylle noo distinctly remember! Unco Martially an' Norland Colourful! Great Orrah! Rotatin', Thay A'! Thay A'! Great Lone Sight o' mine! Splintered nae! Round Shields o' War Dazzlin': Ský Skǫglar frae the Auld Wondie Hólmganga, Thay! Frae Auld! Verra, indeed Verra primevaly Auld! Thro' Deep the Firey Tyme Conquerin', an' Ruthless, An' towardis the Fleysche, Fallacious hynne Mortal, unforgivin'! Crucial Gory Soil in yon 537 A.D. CAMLANN called Thad haes bin, IT! a Witness tae my ain Shed Battle-Bluid! BRYTENCYNING, IC WIÞGEHÆFTE HINE, BLÁCAN ÁNWÍGE, EFENLÍCAN GÚÐHERE BLÆDE, Meany, Meany Kingdomes, an' Onslaughts, A' Bluish-Ironclad Thay, ago!    Hynne noo, whileas Ah stylle speak, Immortal am, an' waes awready! Yet Thad nae, nae enough IT proved Afore the Presence Devastatin' o' the OVERMAN! Stylle, Ah knew, HE noo in waitin'! HE WHA! HE WHA! HE WHA unco: The Verra ENS! thro' the Dazzlin' Skye-Bluish Revenge o' HYS,   Hynne Mine! Tae the Yieldin' Ground o'ershadows! an' in an Ultimate Whyte War Flashin' tae Fathomless Eternity, in Gore Shinin' defeats! Intense Meanin' Primordial o' Battle Fierce baith Thae! Hynne unco embodyin', Afore thys, thro’ Verra Lowe penetratin’, An’ wi’ Hye, Verra, Verra Skye-Hye! Thundir-Bluid Thunderous Awa, awa flowin’ IT, orra! Loneliest Vision o’ mine: GEBYLD, When, Great Thundir’s Orrah! Wi’ a speed Wicked yet Prodigious, lo! Sublime, Closer, closer, wi’ the Impetus frae Twa Skye-Rams Wyld They orra cam! An’ in a Common Skye-Embrace! Their Dazzlin’ Blades o’ Vibrant Steel! Hynne crossin’, Thus unco, owre imbued waes, waes Ah! Wi' Thad Verra Hye Steel-Glare, Ah! Wi' Thad intae Deep Fyre afore Wounded Step o' Mine meltin', Feudal, unco Feudal Skye-Knowledge, an' Airn-Revenge! An' advanced wi' Firm Martial Gait hynne, towardis The Lonely Gleamin', Flashingly Firey, Rewb-Gem o' Moorlan War Forgotten, Thro' ITS Sheer Inner Foirce hynne unco Reddenin'! HERECIRME, RÉOD GIMCYNN, Whileas the Stellar Wynde silently ensued Frae Thad Last Titanic Encounter an’ Battle, Wi’ unco deafenin’ Core-Clash, Frae Thor’s His-sel, again, The Whispered Warlike Voice! Hynne intae Ane Nucleus Whyte At length blendin’, afore wnto me Noo orra comin’ IT: The Shield-Blinding: DÆGSCIELD GEBLENDAÞ For rendered orra, orra sightless! Waes Ah noo, Yet still able to distinctly behold, An’ e’en deeper, unco deeper! Great Warlike Orrah! The Verra Dazzlin’ Core, IT! Wi’ Verra Bluish Flash, an’ the Skye-Gore Frae Thundir-Eyes noo o’ mine Sheer Sharp, IT! For Thad Sudden Thundir-Blindin’ o’ Mine! Ah am noo taukin’ abowt, Great Dunnottar’s an’ Tantallon’s Orrah! Gift Supreme frae Hye the Zenith-Skye! Orra Skye-Generous hynne, IT! Intae an All-Powerful, unco All-Powerful, Ah say! An’ All-Seein’ Thundir-Force Thundir-O’erhuman, hynne frae the Thundir ‘Yont-Human! IT, in Hye Fyre! Skye-turned, An’ New Unknown Fiery Demons IT Orra, orra! unveiled: ÁGLÆCAN WUNDORSÉON, Athwart Noble Airn-Person o’ mine, Thro’ the Cauld Blast frae Thad Moorlan Wynde O’er an’ o’er fallin’, For the Verra Skye-Vision o’ the OVERMAN, Guid Orrah! Great Warlike Thundir’s Orrah! Unco Profound IT waes! An’ unco killed IT the Unprepared, For waes IT for nae Unworthy Skellum   To Feud an’ Sword Foreign! An’ the Whole Wnivers, in a Verra Flash, Thro’ the Same Auld an’ New Thunderbolt Ah waes lookin’ for, Penetrated IT orra waes: THE HERACLITEAN, DEVASTATINGLY PROPHETIC, IT! FIERY SKYE-FORCE! FRAE THE VERRA AIRN-PERSON STEEL-CONCRETE, IT! DAZZLINGLY 'YONT-TELLURIAN AN' SKYE-CENTRAL! O' THE OVERMAN: THE 'YONT-HUMAN HYNNE NAE HUMAN! THAD LIKE CONQUERIN', RAGIN' WHYTE-FYRE, WI'IN THE YIELDIN' MURKY MIRK VOID SHINES! INCANDESCENT O'ERHUMAN VERRA BODY! THAD MINE AIN, AH KNEW, SUNE AN' SYNE! UPON THAE BENS DREARY, IT SHALL, GREAT GUID ORRAH! BE! AN' WHA'S NOBLE AN' SOLEMN NAIM HYE! HYE! THE ETHER'S AIN SKYE-SUBSTANCE INTAE ALL-FERVID LOWES AN' METALLIC BRILLIANCY TURNIN' ΥΠΕΡ-ΚΕΡΑΥΝOΣ WAES! THUNDIR-CONSCIOUS, AN’ DIRECTIN’, THUNDIR-DESTROYIN’, HYNNE CRAETIN', O’ER ALL THUNDIR-DOMINATIN’, TO THE INFINITE UNCO THUNDIR-GROWIN’, MINE AIN BLUISH MOORLAN BLUID TO THE INFINITE ORRA THUNDIR-FEEDIN’, Together hynne wi’ my Arteries o’ Skye-Blue In Baith Spirit an’ the Verra Flow, When orra struck again waes Ah! Wnto Verra Death, an’ e’en ‘yont! waur e’en waur! Skye-Waur, Great Warlike Orrah! Towardis the Verra Dazzlin’ Skye-Weregild o’ Gowd: GOLDWEARDA FORNÉÐAN, For the Loneliest Vision o’ mine To in Fyre, still unco blinded Ah! Distinctly behold, At bein’ hynne, Great Warlike Orrah! The Sole Ironclad Witness O’ my by-gone Path Aflame, Intae ‘Yont-Human Will o’ mine! Noo unco forged, Great Hye Orrah! Wnto the Auld Bluid-Rock o’ Rebel Sacrifice Far awa! in the Snowy Caucasus Nae longer IT chained! HRINGUM SWEORCAN, Meanwhile, lo! At my Mirk Cloaked Back, Behold ye! Another Identical Skye-Fusion! For Twa Dazzlin’ Whyte Glows, Symmetrical Unco Mirrors They, As if frae Myrddin’s ain Magic, To View o’ mine orra appeared: Perfect Pow’r o’ Infinite Reflection, They! Mine ain Past, my ain Future! Baith embodyin’, An’ waes stylle Ah! Intae the Verra Middle o’ the Glare Standin’ Wi’ Gleamin’ Claymore drawn, Dearest o’ mine! Thundir-Hurt stylle, afore noo the Destroyer of the Past: ÍSIGE CWYLMING An’ noo, Guid, Verra, Verra Guid o’ Gowd Warlike Orrah! Thus willed Ah! the OVERMAN! BISENE WRECEND, Freish an’ Auld! Airn-Feudal an’ Strang! DUGUÞMIHTUM OND HEORUSWENGE, ĒACEN BIÞ ŌFER-MANN, Wi’ Michty Inner Energy o’ mine Great Feudal Orrah! unco Alone! Wha's Sole Hye Naim Firey OVERWILL! IT unco, oan the Gory Battlefield, Ah weall knew IT waes! Frae the Verra Skye-Dragun! A' Destroyin' hynne HE! Intae the Deep Fyre, wi' HYS Beastly Wings thus orra spread, Unco, prodigiously o'er A' HE hoverin', Towardis the Past allwayes Dreadful e'en, hynne! Wi’ HYS Scales o’ Enraged Gowd, The Shinin’ Horror wi’in the Skye, IT! FÝRDRACAN GLÆD GRYREBRÓGA SÉ FORÞGEWITENNESSE UNWYRCÐ, Skye-Perfect! intae the Mirror-Glare Image o' mine, HE! The OVERMAN o' Deep Fyre, Th'gither wi' my ain Reflected Bluid, hynne! Noo, in Feudal Tartane-War stylle thundir-flowin'! More intensely! o'er an' o'er in Steel hynne, HYS Supreme Presence greatly tae the Infinite! Orra skye-increasing! Intae the noo Unleashed Skye-Pow’r! Unto my Wounded Spirit o'er an' o'er Hynne HE skye-returnin’! As ane wi’ the Moorlan Rumblin’ Thunderbolt Ah waes lookin’ for, The Sacral Dazzlin’ Chain Mail Ablaze: SCÉAWERE-HRÉOH, In the Skye-Identity e'en most Skye-Asolute IT! My ain! HE orra, unco flashingly wearin’, Thus willed Ah! Past o’ mine back IT! In Feudal Person o’ HYS, my ain! empowered: GORY GHAIST! by-gone Immortal o’ mine IT! Still orra Alive an’ Fiery! Flowin’ an’ flashin’ Thad not Identical unto ITSELF IT waes! Hynne unto ITSELF most identical! Quhenne! in Feudal Airn-Flesh o’ HYS, Great Warlike Orrah! Thro’ Ragin’ Skye an’ Earthly Pride at once IT, Most fleshily, intae Hye Fyre Purifin’ Waes incarnated, Thus willed Ah, Future o’ mine, tae, hynne! Wi’ the Iyce Cross o’er Moorlan Coat o’ Arms, Frae Noble Dundarg’s Hye Wa, In Feudal Steel, Greater, unco Greater IT! Shimmerin’, For the Past lived in the Verra Bluid o’ HYS, Thynce thro' Hye Firey Gore Immortal:   FULMINE VICTOR MAGNUS INVICTUSQUE OVERMAN Let me Thys, NOBLE GLAMIS’ GREAT ORRAH! Truly, unco truly yell! waes IT potentiated, An’ sae waes the Future, stylle my Verra, Verra Ain! Wnto Dazzlin’ Airn-Bosom o’ mine   Wi’ Increasin’ Ocean’s Rage Tempestuous Fore’er returnin’, CRÆFTUM OND RÝNE STÍELE! BEADUWÆPEN, Intae Single Will O’erhuman An’ Unforgivin’ Continuum, as Ane, Whare Ye! Dearest Hye Thundir o’ mine! At the Verra Skye-Zenith, Still silently dwell!   Hynne willed Ah! my ain Image Frae the Past! Frae the Future! wi’ unco Force, At once IT emergin’, Towardis the Past! Towardis the Future! wi’ orra Dignity, At once IT rushin’, Intae the Implacable Spiral o’ Becomin’ Thad Ane wi’ the Verra Vortex o’ Return IT! Great Warlike Orrah! waes, The Past burnin’, the Future hynne IT affirmin’, An’ unto the Verra Skye-Core! GREAT HÖÐR’S AN’ WOTAN’S ORRAH! Directed, Noo afore my ain wi’ Fyre Wounded Eyes, Thro’ each Revolution, ITS unco Strength, Great Warlike Norland Orrah! Unto the Fathomless Fiery Infinite Increasin’: The Verra Mountayn Thunderbolt! Ah waes lookin’ for, For the Increase o’ Pow’r ne’er Identical Unto itself IT waes, Hynne waes unto Itself most identical! As noo met wi’ Ah THE DESTROYER O’ THE PAST, THE CREATOR O’ THE FUTURE, O’ LYFE FORE’ER CHANGIN’ THE GREAT AFFIRMATOR, HYE SKYE-VEINS O’ HYS O’ERHUMAN, MY AIN! THE IRONCLAD INCARNATOR AN’ THE FEUDAL WITNESS! O’ MY BURNAN MOUNTAYN-PATH DYIN’: THUNDIR-FRAME O’ MINE, HE! STRONGER! STRONGER! O’ER AN’ O’ER, UNTO MY BY-GONE DAYS BLEEZAN, AN’ THE ROARAN’ FUTURE! AS MOLTEN SKYE-GOWD INCORRUPTIBLE NOO RETURNIN’, WHAR IMMORTALITY ITSELF HYNNE, IN FORE’ER INCRESIN’ HYE FYRE AN’ BATTLE-GORE, O’ERSHADOWED IT WAES,   INTAE DEEP THE WHYTE SPIRAL, SKYE-RECURRENCE INCANDESCENT, IT! ANE WI’ THE LONE IRONCLAD IMAGE UNTO VERRA, VERRA PERFECTION! SKYE-SPECULAR O' MINE! SCORCHIN' AN' SHININ' AN' UNCO TANGIBLE, HE! THE CLOAKED SKYE-FIGURE THAD WAES NOO 'YONT THAD AULD FORGOTTEN WA, MY BLEEDIN' SKYE-COURAGE IN WARLIKE SILENCE AWAITIN', FRAE THE DEPTHS O' THE ROTATIN’ SKYE-ENERGY, WEALHFÆRELDES DÆGWÓMA, PROUDLY AN' INVINCIBLY SKYE-STANDIN'! WHAR, GUID SKYE ORRAH! FIERY WOE INTAE FEUDAL STEEL MELTIN', DEEPER AN' NOBLER IT PROVED! AN’ WI’ DAZZLIN' SKYE-REVENGE O'ER AN' O'ER, GREAT THOR'S ORRAH! IT SUPREMELY, IN BLUISH NORLAND AIRN FLASHED! For, lo! the Verra Blank frae the Past Together wi’ ITS Inevitable Feud-Foreign Woe Hauntin’ Thad cannae be avoided hynne! Mirk an’ Invisible, IT! It nae longer existed! It nae longer existed! For unco filled noo IT waes By the Devourin’ Lone Lowe an’ the Verra Frame: The Chain-Mailed, Heated in Airn War-Wame O’ THE OVERMAN! HE: WILL, AS THE VERRA INNER ENERGY! VIGOUR, AS THE VERRA INNER WILL! FRAE THE PAST, FRAE THE FUTURE! TANGIBLE, VISIBLE, INCARNATED, NOBLE WYLD DRAGON, SKYE-BEAST O’ MINE, GRYREBRÓGA OND FÆRGRYRE, WUNDORA WYRM! ÚHT-SCEAÞA HÉ! FYRE-WOUNDED IN NAE GOWD-CAGE, HE! O'ER SKYE-SPIRIT O' MINE, HE! HYNNE, UNCO SKYE-FLYIN'! WI’ HYS SKYE-GORE O’ER THE BARS INVISIBLE TRULY MINE AIN! GREAT GUID ORRAH! DOWNE, DOWNE! NOO LIKE THE PUREST RHODIUM WI' THE FYRE-BLUISH SKYE-ARTERIES O' THE LONE THUNDERBOLT AH WAES LOOKIN' FOR AGAIN UNCO BLENDIN', Unto at Braemar the Verra Battle-Gore, Afore the Lang Hour, in Kyng Eochaid’s Martial Hidden Lore, By the Force o’ Flowin’ Lava Frae the Cauld an’ Dreary Highlands Implacable Echoin’ Thad Becomin’ as Increase in Pow’r IT, Great, Great Orrah! waes, Backwards intae Tyme! Intae the Future hynne! For the OVERWILL kan IT! Destroye the Feud-Foreign Gory Bygane! When o’er the Gleamin’ Skye-Cuirass O’ the HYE OVERMAN ALONE! IT lies visible an’ yieldin’ an’ razed an’ burnin'! When o’er the New Soil o’ Dazzlin’ Alabaster Conquerin’ Intae Deep the Future, thro’ Renewed Rage An' yon Incandescent Skye-Thundir! Ah waes lookin' for, HE! My Specular Skye-Incarnation! Fore'er orra creates! Whileas thae words, in Roaran’ Wreððe, Flame-Wounded, Ah still loudly whisper, But lo! Great Warlike Orrah! THE IYCE CROSS FIREY O’er Mirk War-Tartan, Dearest o’ mine! Next to Dundarg’s Hye Wa, Ah well remember! Embroidered, Close to my Ruby Brooch strangely IT, Unco strangely, like a Verra Premonition Gleamed, afore noo The Mirror-Fusion: WĒOHES MELTAN When, lo! Airn an’ Thundir! Great Immortal Warlike Orrah! Thro’ the Loud Whisper o’ the Thundir Ah waes lookin’ for,   The Image o’ the OVERMAN Detached ITSELF, lo! Frae baith the Surfaces in the Twa Opposed Mirrors: Frae baith thae Reflectin' Skye-Furnaces Gleamin'! Afore Noble Feudal Person o' mine, Unco Sightless! Still unco Skye-Sightless! E'en more! noo unco Sightless! HE hynne, orra Ah beheld cam! Wha’s Supreme Hieland Emanatin’ Force Frae the Directin’ Skye-Lightnin’, IT! Ah waes lookin’ for, Na orra, orra Prodigious Sight! Nae e’en Vör’s, or Heimdallur’s, or Snotra’s Ain! If nae in Thundir Skye-Blinded as noo Mine! Cuid, cuid IT! humanly, still tae humanly!   This noo Ah! in Thad Skye-Fyre ‘Yont-Human! Soarin’ heare in Dignity o’er Tap o’ Noth’s Black Vitreous Smeddum an’ Cauld Martial Sand, Cannae, cannae doubt! Thro’ Thad Flashin’ Skye-Reflection withstand, Frae the Past! frae the Future, hynne! Great Warlike Orrah! To encounter Spirit Ablaze o’ mine, To Unleash Wyld Beast Immortal Thad My Verra Mountayn Path   Guarded still, Some Bluish Bluid Stains IT leavin’ O’er the Michty an’ Pure Glass still: My ain! frae the Clash o’ Life,   An’ noo! Great, Great Warlike Orrah! A LIGHNIN’-SHADE IRONCLAD! Unto me, ITS Skye-Bluish Garb o’ Hye Skye-War! In an Identity an’ Heat, e’en the Most Absolute! To Verra Perfection reflectin', Towardis Feudal Person o’ mine IT noo! Wi’ Slow Skye-Gait, Devastatingly, IT advanced, An’ when afore me at length IT standin’, Thro’ the Loud Sound o’ the Thundir, lo! Ah waes still lookin’ for, In a Great Whoosh an’ Roaran’ Rumble Non-Human Deep Voice, IT! Frae the Past! Frae the Future! Frae the Verra Brunan’ Throat O’ the LIGHTNIN’ HIS-SEL! Ah waes still looking for, Wi’ Spiral Exhalations unner the Form, schorcin’ IT! O’ Just Anger frae Primeval hynne Most Real Forgotten Feudal Lore The Hand-to-hand Wapin-Storm Harsh! An’ Skye-Revenge, still Mine Ain! Unco an’ owre loaded, As Maddenin’ Heated-Airn, IT again! Unto the Cauld Blue Vault o’ the Verra Skye Wi’ orra, orra Dignity Lonely risin’,   Thae Verra Syllables! The VERRA SKYE-INCARNATOR O'ERHUMAN! Intae Deep noo, Great Orrah! The Abysmal Skye-Core Bluish-Aflame, IT! o' the Total Specular Skye-Force: BRYNEWELMES WORDHLÉOÐOR The Skye-Conscience, Víðarr-Hye o’ mine! Most distinctly! Great Warlike Orrah! HE, THE BLUISH INCARNATION HYE O' THE HYE LIGHTNIN' ITSELF! Ah waes lookin' for, Wi' a Skye-Cowntenance Storm-Hidden Flashin’ frae Deep the Obscured Skye-Mirk Thro’ a Battle-Scar intae the Fyre gleamin' O'er HYS left Sword-Offended Cheek: Thys cuid Ah! unco Blinded, see! Intae Deep the Skye-Unknown, Still, Great Guid Glamis’ Orrah! Stick-an-stowe a Wonner, Mine Ain! Thro' HYS remarkably Echoin', Non-human, hynne 'Yont human! VERRA SKYE-RUMBLIN'! Noo unco earthily uttered: YE, WOLF-WOUNDED! AN’ PROUD, IN BLACK TARTAN O’ WAR MUFFLED, KEEK AT ME! KEEK AT ME NOO! IN NAE TAE EARTHLY TOWMOND! DO NOO HYNNE LISTEN TAE ME! YE, NOO FYRE-IRONCLAD WOUNDED! THE HYE NORLAND GODS INTAE OWRE FYRE STYLLE HYNNE HONORIN'! BETTYR BIDE AN' DIE OAN THE NOBLE BATTLEFIELD GORY, AN' STYLLE, 'YONT BAITH LIEFES AN' DEATH, FORE'ER ALIVE HYNNE BE! THEYNE BIDE A MISERABLE LIEFES! WULFE BLŌDGA HEONAN! ÞŪ BLADESUNGA OND LÉOMENA HEOFONFYR, WACA BYRNSWEORDES WIÐ GEHATUM! FOR DAINGEROUS! VERRA, INTAE THE FEUDAL FYRE DEEP, IT! DAINGEROUS! MUST TREOWE IDEAS, IN VERRA HYE LOWES, BE! FOR THE VERRA MICHTY, WHYTE ZENITH-SUNNE AN' THE ALLWAYES UNKOWN MIRK DEATH! THE SAME THAY! GREAT THOR'S NORLAND ORRAH! ARE, FOR THE SELECTED FEUDAL MAN, IRONCLAD HE! AS YE, IN THAE HYE LOWES, UNCO ARE! NOO AFORE ME! INTAE THE AULD LONE TARGE-REFLECTION THAD IS, WAES, AN' SHALL IT BE, THINE! HYNNE, HEARE AH AM! FOR FRAE THE AULD SHIELD-MIRROR YER RICHTE SKYE-VENGENCE! FOR YER AIN SKYE-FORM AFORE YE HATH RISEN NOO! FOR FREISH VALUES ARE NOO OWRE NEEDED! WI'IN DEEP PRIMAL SKYE-FYRE UNCO SKYE-LIVED! SAE, SKYE-LIVE THAIM! UNCO DRAM THAIM A’! WHATE'ER THE RISK INFERNAL, AN' MOORLAN AMBUSH! GÁSTCWALE HELRÚNENA FORNÉÐAN, THRO’ HYE BLUISH SKYE-LOWES, SKYE-DESTROYIN’ THAY WI’IN YER AIN LONE SKYE-VOICE IT NOO! FRAE AFARRE! FRAE UNCO AFARRE RUMBLIN’, FOR CURSED IS THE FLEETIN' HOUR! AN' SAE MUST BE CONQUERED, IT! GREAT ORRAH! AYE! IN YER SUPERIOR BLUID NOO O'ERHUMAN, MINE AIN! FOR BRANDED HAE AH RUDDY SKYE-FLESH O’ MINE THAD WAES, IS, AN’ SHALL IT BE! BY THYS VERRA, VERRA SKYE-IMAGE HYNNE, YER AIN! WI’ THE IYCE-CROSS FIERY FRAE HYE THE THUNDIR’S LOUD VOICE, IN NAE WHISPER DAMNABLE, NOR AIRN-FOREIGN! AH NOO ORRA TELL: YER SYMMETRICAL LONE SKYE-FORCE: THE VERRA LONE THUNDIR-BLUID! YER AIN LONE SKYE-WRAITH IRONCLAD! THRO' ETERNAL SKYE-POW’R, AN' OUT O’ THE BLUISH LONE SKYE-REVENGE O’ER AN’ O’ER UNCO, O’ERHUMANLY MIRRORIN’! TO YE HYNNE OWRE IN DEEP FYRE RETURNIN’, YER AIN WANTIN’ SKYE-HALF, HYNNE! TH'GITHER WI’ YER SKYE-SPIRIT! IN HYE LOWES NOO UNTO THE CORE SKYE-DABBED! A' THIS! A’ THIS! AH SAY! AH TRULY YELL! TH'GITHER WI' THE LAST SKYE-PRIZE! INTAE HYE THE SKYE-BLAZE, THE HAIL ENEMY LAND HARSH NOO FRAE CAULD HORIZON TO CAULD HORIZON OWRE CROSSIN’, A' THIS! A' THIS! AH ALLON, TRULY! YER MIRROR SKYE-DOWBILL IMMORTAL! THRO' STEEL CORE-METALLIC, IN HYE SKYE-FYRE AM! ABYSMAL LAVA-BLUID O’ MINE! FLOWIN’ FRAE HYE RED HEL, IT! THY LANE BEHOLD! YER AIN! INTAE DEEP THE FUSION-GLARE, BLASTED SKYE-FURNACE IT! UNREACHABLE, UNFATHOMABLE, MOST TANGIBLE, IT! THE VERRA FRAME LESURELY, NEXT TO YE IN BATTLE STROLLIN’! THE LONE INCARNATION AN’ THE SKYE-ROAR FRAE THE VERRA THUNDERBOLT YE WERE LOOKIN’ FOR HYNNE YER FUTURE, YER BYGANE: NAE DIFFERENCE! THAA ARE MINE AIN! INTAE THE HYE FYRE, FRAE YER TANGIBLE SKYE-WILL! THAD AH NOO HEARE AM, FOR SKYE-ENERGY CANNAE DERIVE FRAE NOTHINGNESS! NOR UNTO NOTHINGNESS KIN IT RETURN! HYNNE WILL, 'YONT DEATH, THRO' THE LANG AN’ BLUISH SKYE-LOWE YE WERE LOOKIN’ FOR, IMMORTAL AS CONQUERIN' PROVES, STILL, WI'IN RAGIN' AN' VISCERAL DEEP PRIMAL FYRE, YER AIN! FOR YE SHALL STILL LIVE YER LIFE AGAIN,   THIS TYME INTAE THE HYE SKYE-POW'R! WI' ITS NEW ESSENCE SELF-OVERCOME, HYNNE DO UNCO LIVE NOO! THAD VERRA GORE HEARE, FRAE MY BLEEZAN OPEN SCARS, YER AIN! FOR THE WORN PAST DWELLS DEFEATED IN THE FUTURE AS EMPOW'RED! INTAE THE STEEL-BLUISH IMAGE AH HEARE AM! NOO AFORE THINE SKYE-BLINDED EYES THRO' THE LONE HYE LOWE WOUNDED, THAD ARE ALSO MINE! IN NAE SPECTRAL FYRE, HYNNE! STICK-AN-STOWE, AN' VERRA VERRA SUNE! YER AIN! WI'IN THE HYE ZENITH-THUNDIR HYNNE, YE WERE LOOKIN' FOR, O'ER AN' O'ER FORE'ER LIVIN',   AN' THRO' THE HIELAND FLOWIN 'LAVA: THE BECOMIN' IN POW'R FORE'ER RENEWED THRO' THAD SKYE-BLUID HYNNE!   FLASHINGLY STREAMIN' AS A CONQUERIN' WYLD FYRE-RIVER FRAE NOBLE HYNNE SUPERIOR GORE, DOWNE, DOWNE! INTAE THE VERRA WHYTE CHASM, AN' FLASHIN' ABYSS! FRAE YON SHARP AN' SHININ' AN' TOWERIN' MIRK ROCKS! AN' THIS SACRIFICIAL BLUISH BLUID INCANDESCENT FRAE O'ERHUMAN LIFE STILL WOUNDED, MINE! WAES, AN' IS, AN' SHALL IT BE! BEHOLD YE! UNCO SEE YE, NOO! YE, O'ERHUMANLY BLINDED! HE WHA! THE DREARY VOID O' DARKNESS CANNAE, CANNAE! IN ANY MANNER NOO KNOW! HYNNE IN HIELAND SKYE-RAGE, AN' HYE! O'ER THE FEUDAL THRONE IMMORTAL, AN' HEARE! OAN THE SURFACE O' THIS SKYE-MIRROR! WAES, AN' IS, AN' SHALL IT BE! WI'IN THE MELTIN' UNTO THE COSMIC CORE SKYE-GLARE, YER AIN! AN' NOO! DO ADVANCE! DO TAKE A STROLL INTAE THE HYE SKYE-GORE! GANG AYONT! GANG AYONT! AH SAY! 'YONT EVERYTHING! ‘YONT LIFE AN’ DEATH E’EN! GANG AYONT! AN' WHATE SHALL YE IN THE END SEE? AT THE BOTTOM O' THE WHYTE CHASM FIERY? YER FLASHIN' IN AIRN IMAGE ALONE! THAD IS MINE AIN! HEE HAW, HEE HAW ELSE, AH SAY! WI’IN THE SPECULAR SKYE-POW'R INCARNATED, THE VERRA SUM AN’ COMMUNION O’ THE ETERNAL TENSIONS IN BECOMIN’ DWELLIN’ AH HEARE AM! THRO’ THE LOUD SING FRAE THE THUNDIR HYNNE! BY HYE SKYE-VENGEANCE FORE’ER INCREASIN', O'ER AN' O'ER TO YER SPIRIT HYNNE RETURNIN', YERS HYNNE MINE! When noo, Great Warlike Orrah! Upon thae Verra Words, thro’ my Ain By noo Thundir-Voice! In an' unco Skye-Rumblin', Wi'in Thad O'erhuman Blaze wi' hye force condensin' Intae a NEW THUNDIR-FRAME Skye-Concrete In aspects o' PURE BLUISH HEAT! HUMAN ALTOGETHER NAE LONGER, IT! tone, Ah distinctly hearin’, When noo, Guid Sundrum's Orrah! The Fyre-Bringer: FÝRHEARD HEREWULF OND HEREWÆÐA A Thoosan Black Banners, in Hye Glorious Lowes, Orra issuin’, An’ wnto yon Whyte Chasm the Salute wavin’, Wi’ the Hue o’ Red-Hel IT imbuin’, HE, Hynne Ah: the Freish an’ Auld Titan Far awa, far awa! wi'in the Dreary Caucasus! Frae ayont yon Suthron, hynne! Ah kin clearly see! Rebel hynne Creator, HE! HE, Creator hynne Rebel! The OVERMAN! comin’ o’er, still approachin’, Intae noo deep the Skye-Dance Everlastin’ Thro’ HYS AIN hynne MINE Skye-Thunderous Sound Ah waes lookin’ for, Dominatin’, Frae Thae Simmetrical Verra Fyre-Mirrors! Still glarin’ Ne’er e’er to yield, the Twa Skye-Surfaces! Nor in human, tae human! Unco Gory Misery, nor Skye-Foreign Blasphemy, Nor Damnable an' Cowardly Affront To e'er wane! At length thro' the Hye Vigour Supreme Frae the Overwill Alone! Dearest o’ Mine! Inner Energy Abysmal: Still Uknown, IT! An’ in Skye-Reverge freed! A Thoosan Black Banners, in Fyre, Ah say! HE, hynne Ah issuin’, When noo, Great Guid Orrah! The Skye-Bluid o' the OVERMAN: Theis! oan Thae Countless Mirk Banners floatin' In Hye Honour o' the Zenith-Sunne! Wi'in abysmal whyte runes waes noo graven, Hye Selective an' Skye-Supreme proved! Nae, nae IT, for all! For nae everybody is worth withstandin' The Return o' Pow'r's Noble, an' Flashin' Supreme Force, an' Infinite Speed, an' Spiral Revolution! CÁFNES ÞRÝÞBORD, Tae the Skye-Limitless fore’er, In the Form o’ Hye Steel Feudal Skye-soarin’, ITS Verra Great, Verra Guid, Great Guid Auld Carham’s Orrah! Burnan Wheill o’ Universal Core-Energy Skye-Central, Skye-Abysmal, IT! Alongside the Rational Force frae the Thundir-Impetus Thad waes, is, an’ shall IT be the OVERMAN’S AIN! In Hye Lowes increasin’, Tae the Skye-Infinite, hynne! Most Renewed, most Identical, Intae the Verra Spiral most Empowered! The Worthy ENS, unco hynne Joyful, IT! Immortal owre feastin’, For intae Thae Rapid Coils o' Glorious Fyre hynne, Frae Thys MICHTY TARGE O' SKYE-ENERGY PERENNIAL! Nae for all! Immortality is solemnly worth Thro' Thad Increasingly Growin' Feudal Skye-Rebirth Steel-Mirrorin'! Wnto ragefully Bluish-Ablaze an' Core-Feudal Noble Hye Perfection! An' in Eternal Steel Unconditional, IT! Dwellin', The Human, tae Human! Gory Chains o’ Promethean Slavery Bluish wi’ the Verra Reverberation Frae the Lightnin’ O’erhuman Ah waes lookin’ for, They suddely becam! An’ at length, Great Warlike Orrah! The Lonesome Blindin’ Frame o’ Gowd, Wha’s Sole Hye Thundir-Naim Overman Skye: SCEAWERES IREN-EALWEALDA IT orra waes! Frae the Twa Dazzlin' Mirrors In Perfect Symmetry emanated wi’in The RETURN O’ POW’R! Burnan’ Vortex-Event Universal, IT! In Slender Lines o’ Whyte Fyre, The Verra Core Heat Reachin’, Intae Infinite Reflections o’ Primordial Pow’r Frae the Twa Lookin' Glasses, Blindin' They! O’er All, Great, Great IT! Njörður's ain Battle Orrah! Limitless Dominion, an’ the Feudal Rule Steel-haudin’, WHILEAS WAES AH! WAES AH! GUID, VERRA GUID EILEAN DONAN'S WAR-TARTAN ORRAH! STYLLE CHAINED IN BLUISH GORE, MY AIN! HYNNE THE OVERMAN'S AIN, TAE! WNTO THE AULD AN' HYE! VERRA SKYE-HYE, IT! THUNDIR-GLEAMIN' BLUID-ROCK O' SKYE-SACRIFYCE: NAE LONGER! NAE ORRA SKYE-LONGER! An’ ITS central Rays an’ the Verra Lowes Intae Ane Flashin’ Ironclad ***** Polarizin’, A Thoosan Tymes Greater, Mightier hynne: The OVERMAN! O’er an’ o’er unto me returnin’, ‘Yont the Reddenin’ Pillars o’ Immortal Skye-Renown! ‘Yont Death, the Mirk Unknown! An’ ITS Feud-Foreign Fear, Whyle, lo! the Steel-Vibration gleamin’ Frae Máni's ain Verra Crescent, Dusky-Red, IT! Waes, waes, in yon Murky West Still IT unco risin', Unfathomable, an' Potent, an' Dreary, Unto the Stane Circles’ Builders Wounded frae Life, at Skara Brae, Appearin’, At right angles to the Chain-Mailed ***** Noo orra descedin’ To cross the Region o’ the Heart: Let IT fall intae the Verra Abyss! Yet the Sceadewe! Great Wotan's Orrah! ÓÐENES HÁLIGE CRAWE, IT stylle leisurely stood, In Hys Mirk Bluid Bleedin’, Crossed hynne by the Verra Thunderbolt! Ah waes lookin’ for, An’ Hys, frae Kyng Rædwald the Gift! Mask o’ War IT, lo! Wi’ Black Fyre bleedin’, Upon the Cauld Soil, together wi’ Hys Cloak, Waes IT thrown, Hynne Hys Mirk Warlike Self unveilin’, Still Mine Ain! Nae Gory Fear! tae owre hide: SCEAD UNDER HELME HEARD BIÞ, MĪN FORESCÝWA RÉADAÞ.
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There are many ways to hold her Sometimes conventional is off You see, hands have hurt before I’m sure they’ll hurt again She needs a different kind of love You found this supernatural creature Life’s defining “cherry on top” She’s a rare find to be adored For her both mind and heart must bend To find a different kind of love Have you asked what a kiss translates to? Which words you’ve said have penetrated? Gestures bring something to the table Share in the happiness and bad To find her prescribed dose of love So many things to learn that are new So many more ways love is translated Find her dialect if you’re able To appreciate, to awe, to add New ways to different kinds of love
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Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 11:08 AM UTC
nik-bland
Different Kinds of Love
There are many ways to hold her Sometimes conventional is off You see, hands have hurt before I’m sure they’ll hurt again She needs a different kind of love You found this supernatural creature Life’s defining “cherry on top” She’s a rare find to be adored For her both mind and heart must bend To find a different kind of love Have you asked what a kiss translates to? Which words you’ve said have penetrated? Gestures bring something to the table Share in the happiness and bad To find her prescribed dose of love So many things to learn that are new So many more ways love is translated Find her dialect if you’re able To appreciate, to awe, to add New ways to different kinds of love
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Och! Airn an' Thwndir! An' Urquhart's Wae Verra Hel! Great Warlike Glamis' Firey, An' Hwmyd Loch Doon's Orrah! Downe! Downe! tae thad howch owre miserable! Ye a' swithe hame, hame! wae ma Airn *** An' weile 'yont yondir Suthron! Waefu', waefu' heyre Ah! War-Ironclad heyne Ȝell, Wae burr-thistle’s Gowlin’ Storne Micht! Frae ma verra, verra! Ah ageyne! Tae the Cauld Enraged Wynde Unco! intae Æternall Battle Scorchin' Towardis Moorlan Chain Mail-Bosom o' mine! O'er an' o'er IT! increasingly thro' Force returnin', Wae ma verra Blacklyn Tartan o' War heyne, An' Silvery Brooch, wi'in yondir Lone Sceadewe! Unco! wae the Rubye Stane deep-shimmerin' Naixt tae Carham's Gory Landis, an' the Targe-Hell, Thro’ nowe Tune Martial, stick-an-stowe Ȝell! Airn-Curse Core-Firey, Hye-Flamin' IT! Heyne unco rychte Airn-Moorlan o'er ye a'! Ah, bye nowe the FEUDAL OWAR-MANN! 'Yont thad Auld Whunstane Tower-Shrine Togider wae Lang Titanium-Claymore, Airn-Dazzlin' An' ne'er, ne'er, IT! stick-an-stowe tae wane! Wi'in theis Bluish Fyre syne! Verra War-Swaird Rairan IT, Intae Thae Hringiren Æternall, Thwndir-Devastatin' o' mine! QVOAD FEODALE MEA CVM RVBRA SPATHA ET RELVCENTE HOC SCVTO AC FVLMINE NIVEO SCOTORVM INTRA HANC TEMPESTATEM MAGNAM QVÆ FLOS IGNEVS EST TONITRVO NOMINE ALTO NEMO GELIDO HOC LOCO IMPVNE ME LACESSIT.
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Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 4:42 AM UTC
hermes-varini
Gowlin’ Storne
Och! Airn an' Thwndir! An' Urquhart's Wae Verra Hel! Great Warlike Glamis' Firey, An' Hwmyd Loch Doon's Orrah! Downe! Downe! tae thad howch owre miserable! Ye a' swithe hame, hame! wae ma Airn *** An' weile 'yont yondir Suthron! Waefu', waefu' heyre Ah! War-Ironclad heyne Ȝell, Wae burr-thistle’s Gowlin’ Storne Micht! Frae ma verra, verra! Ah ageyne! Tae the Cauld Enraged Wynde Unco! intae Æternall Battle Scorchin' Towardis Moorlan Chain Mail-Bosom o' mine! O'er an' o'er IT! increasingly thro' Force returnin', Wae ma verra Blacklyn Tartan o' War heyne, An' Silvery Brooch, wi'in yondir Lone Sceadewe! Unco! wae the Rubye Stane deep-shimmerin' Naixt tae Carham's Gory Landis, an' the Targe-Hell, Thro’ nowe Tune Martial, stick-an-stowe Ȝell! Airn-Curse Core-Firey, Hye-Flamin' IT! Heyne unco rychte Airn-Moorlan o'er ye a'! Ah, bye nowe the FEUDAL OWAR-MANN! 'Yont thad Auld Whunstane Tower-Shrine Togider wae Lang Titanium-Claymore, Airn-Dazzlin' An' ne'er, ne'er, IT! stick-an-stowe tae wane! Wi'in theis Bluish Fyre syne! Verra War-Swaird Rairan IT, Intae Thae Hringiren Æternall, Thwndir-Devastatin' o' mine! QVOAD FEODALE MEA CVM RVBRA SPATHA ET RELVCENTE HOC SCVTO AC FVLMINE NIVEO SCOTORVM INTRA HANC TEMPESTATEM MAGNAM QVÆ FLOS IGNEVS EST TONITRVO NOMINE ALTO NEMO GELIDO HOC LOCO IMPVNE ME LACESSIT.
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Lament for the Makaris ("Lament for the Makers/Poets") by William Dunbar [c. 1460-1530] loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch i who enjoyed good health and gladness am overwhelmed now by life’s terrible sickness and enfeebled with infirmity ... how the fear of Death dismays me! our presence here is mere vainglory; the false world is but transitory; the flesh is frail; the Fiend runs free ... how the fear of Death dismays me! the state of man is changeable: now sound, now sick, now blithe, now dull, now manic, now devoid of glee ... how the fear of Death dismays me! no state on earth stands here securely; as the wild wind shakes the willow tree, so wavers this world’s vanity ... how the fear of Death dismays me! Death leads the knights into the field (unarmored under helm and shield) sole Victor of each red mêlée ... how the fear of Death dismays me! that strange, despotic Beast tears from its mother’s breast the babe, full of benignity ... how the fear of Death dismays me! He takes the champion of the hour, the captain of the highest tower, the beautiful damsel in full flower ... how the fear of Death dismays me! He spares no lord for his elegance, nor clerk for his intelligence; His dreadful stroke no man can flee ... how the fear of Death dismays me! artist, magician, scientist, orator, debater, theologist, must all conclude, so too, as we: “how the fear of Death dismays me!” in medicine the most astute sawbones and surgeons all fall mute; they cannot save themselves, or flee ... how the fear of Death dismays me! i see the Makers among the unsaved; the greatest of Poets all go to the grave; He does not spare them their faculty ... how the fear of Death dismays me! i have seen the Monster pitilessly devour our noble Chaucer, poetry’s flower, and Lydgate and Gower (great Trinity!) ... how the fear of Death dismays me! since He has taken my brothers all, i know He will not let me live past the fall; His next victim will be—poor unfortunate me!— how the fear of Death dismays me! there is no remedy for Death; we all must prepare to relinquish breath so that after we die, we may be set free from “the fear of Death dismays me!” This is my modern English translation of "Lament for the Makaris," an elegy by the great early Scottish poet William Dunbar [c. 1460-1530]. Dunbar was a court poet in the household of King James IV of Scotland. The Makaris were "makers," or poets. The original poem is a form of danse macabre, or "dance of death," in which people of all social classes are summoned by Death. The poem has a refrain: every fourth line is the Latin phrase "timor mortis conturbat me" ("the fear of death dismays me" or "disturbs/confounds me"). The poem was probably composed around 1508 A.D., when Dunbar was advancing in age and perhaps facing the prospect of death himself (it is not clear exactly when he died). In his famous poem Dunbar mentions other poets who passed away, including Geoffrey Chaucer, John Lydgate, and John Gower. Dunbar is generally considered to have been the greatest Scottish poet before Robert Burns, and he is noted for his comedies, satires, and sometimes ribald language. Keywords/Tags: Dunbar, translation, Scottish, dialect, Scotland, lament, makaris,  makers, poets, mrbtr, danse, macabre, refrain, Latin, timor, mortis, conturbat, dirge, lamentation, eulogy, epitaph, death, dismay, sorrow, fear, terror, writing, death, evil, sympathy, sorrow Sunset by Michael R. Burch This poem is dedicated to my grandfather, George Edwin Hurt Between the prophecies of morning and twilight’s revelations of wonder, the sky is ripped asunder. The moon lurks in the clouds, waiting, as if to plunder the dusk of its lilac iridescence, and in the bright-tentacled sunset we imagine a presence full of the fury of lost innocence. What we find within strange whorls of drifting flame, brief patterns mauling winds deform and maim, we recognize at once, but cannot name.
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Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 10:29 PM UTC
michael-r-burch
William Dunbar "Lament for the Makaris" translation
Lament for the Makaris ("Lament for the Makers/Poets") by William Dunbar [c. 1460-1530] loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch i who enjoyed good health and gladness am overwhelmed now by life’s terrible sickness and enfeebled with infirmity ... how the fear of Death dismays me! our presence here is mere vainglory; the false world is but transitory; the flesh is frail; the Fiend runs free ... how the fear of Death dismays me! the state of man is changeable: now sound, now sick, now blithe, now dull, now manic, now devoid of glee ... how the fear of Death dismays me! no state on earth stands here securely; as the wild wind shakes the willow tree, so wavers this world’s vanity ... how the fear of Death dismays me! Death leads the knights into the field (unarmored under helm and shield) sole Victor of each red mêlée ... how the fear of Death dismays me! that strange, despotic Beast tears from its mother’s breast the babe, full of benignity ... how the fear of Death dismays me! He takes the champion of the hour, the captain of the highest tower, the beautiful damsel in full flower ... how the fear of Death dismays me! He spares no lord for his elegance, nor clerk for his intelligence; His dreadful stroke no man can flee ... how the fear of Death dismays me! artist, magician, scientist, orator, debater, theologist, must all conclude, so too, as we: “how the fear of Death dismays me!” in medicine the most astute sawbones and surgeons all fall mute; they cannot save themselves, or flee ... how the fear of Death dismays me! i see the Makers among the unsaved; the greatest of Poets all go to the grave; He does not spare them their faculty ... how the fear of Death dismays me! i have seen the Monster pitilessly devour our noble Chaucer, poetry’s flower, and Lydgate and Gower (great Trinity!) ... how the fear of Death dismays me! since He has taken my brothers all, i know He will not let me live past the fall; His next victim will be—poor unfortunate me!— how the fear of Death dismays me! there is no remedy for Death; we all must prepare to relinquish breath so that after we die, we may be set free from “the fear of Death dismays me!” This is my modern English translation of "Lament for the Makaris," an elegy by the great early Scottish poet William Dunbar [c. 1460-1530]. Dunbar was a court poet in the household of King James IV of Scotland. The Makaris were "makers," or poets. The original poem is a form of danse macabre, or "dance of death," in which people of all social classes are summoned by Death. The poem has a refrain: every fourth line is the Latin phrase "timor mortis conturbat me" ("the fear of death dismays me" or "disturbs/confounds me"). The poem was probably composed around 1508 A.D., when Dunbar was advancing in age and perhaps facing the prospect of death himself (it is not clear exactly when he died). In his famous poem Dunbar mentions other poets who passed away, including Geoffrey Chaucer, John Lydgate, and John Gower. Dunbar is generally considered to have been the greatest Scottish poet before Robert Burns, and he is noted for his comedies, satires, and sometimes ribald language. Keywords/Tags: Dunbar, translation, Scottish, dialect, Scotland, lament, makaris,  makers, poets, mrbtr, danse, macabre, refrain, Latin, timor, mortis, conturbat, dirge, lamentation, eulogy, epitaph, death, dismay, sorrow, fear, terror, writing, death, evil, sympathy, sorrow Sunset by Michael R. Burch This poem is dedicated to my grandfather, George Edwin Hurt Between the prophecies of morning and twilight’s revelations of wonder, the sky is ripped asunder. The moon lurks in the clouds, waiting, as if to plunder the dusk of its lilac iridescence, and in the bright-tentacled sunset we imagine a presence full of the fury of lost innocence. What we find within strange whorls of drifting flame, brief patterns mauling winds deform and maim, we recognize at once, but cannot name.
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To a Louse by Robert Burns translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Hey! Where're you going, you crawling hair-fly? Your impudence protects you, barely; I can only say that you swagger rarely Over gauze and lace. Though faith! I fear you dine but sparely In such a place. You ugly, creeping, blasted wonder, Detested, shunned by both saint and sinner, How dare you set your feet upon her— So fine a lady! Go somewhere else to seek your dinner On some poor body. Off! around some beggar's temple shamble: There you may creep, and sprawl, and scramble, With other kindred, jumping cattle, In shoals and nations; Where horn nor bone never dare unsettle Your thick plantations. Now hold you there! You're out of sight, Below the folderols, snug and tight; No, faith just yet! You'll not be right, Till you've got on it: The very topmost, towering height Of miss's bonnet. My word! right bold you root, contrary, As plump and gray as any gooseberry. Oh, for some rank, mercurial resin, Or dread red poison; I'd give you such a hearty dose, flea, It'd dress your noggin! I wouldn't be surprised to spy You on some housewife's flannel tie: Or maybe on some ragged boy's Pale undervest; But Miss's finest bonnet! Fie! How dare you jest? Oh Jenny, do not toss your head, And lash your lovely braids abroad! You hardly know what cursed speed The creature's making! Those winks and finger-ends, I dread, Are notice-taking! O would some Power with vision teach us To see ourselves as others see us! It would from many a blunder free us, And foolish notions: What airs in dress and carriage would leave us, And even devotion! One Sunday while sitting behind a young lady in church, Robert Burns noticed a louse roaming through the bows and ribbons of her bonnet. The poem "To a Louse" resulted from his observations. The poor woman had no idea that she would be the subject of one of Burns' best poems about how we see ourselves, compared to how other people see us at our worst moments. Keywords/Tags: Robert Burns, louse, church, bonnet, lace, Scotland, Scots, dialect, translation
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Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 5:26 AM UTC
michael-r-burch
Robert Burns "To a Louse" translation
To a Louse by Robert Burns translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Hey! Where're you going, you crawling hair-fly? Your impudence protects you, barely; I can only say that you swagger rarely Over gauze and lace. Though faith! I fear you dine but sparely In such a place. You ugly, creeping, blasted wonder, Detested, shunned by both saint and sinner, How dare you set your feet upon her— So fine a lady! Go somewhere else to seek your dinner On some poor body. Off! around some beggar's temple shamble: There you may creep, and sprawl, and scramble, With other kindred, jumping cattle, In shoals and nations; Where horn nor bone never dare unsettle Your thick plantations. Now hold you there! You're out of sight, Below the folderols, snug and tight; No, faith just yet! You'll not be right, Till you've got on it: The very topmost, towering height Of miss's bonnet. My word! right bold you root, contrary, As plump and gray as any gooseberry. Oh, for some rank, mercurial resin, Or dread red poison; I'd give you such a hearty dose, flea, It'd dress your noggin! I wouldn't be surprised to spy You on some housewife's flannel tie: Or maybe on some ragged boy's Pale undervest; But Miss's finest bonnet! Fie! How dare you jest? Oh Jenny, do not toss your head, And lash your lovely braids abroad! You hardly know what cursed speed The creature's making! Those winks and finger-ends, I dread, Are notice-taking! O would some Power with vision teach us To see ourselves as others see us! It would from many a blunder free us, And foolish notions: What airs in dress and carriage would leave us, And even devotion! One Sunday while sitting behind a young lady in church, Robert Burns noticed a louse roaming through the bows and ribbons of her bonnet. The poem "To a Louse" resulted from his observations. The poor woman had no idea that she would be the subject of one of Burns' best poems about how we see ourselves, compared to how other people see us at our worst moments. Keywords/Tags: Robert Burns, louse, church, bonnet, lace, Scotland, Scots, dialect, translation
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Come I’, Sit daahn, Shurrup, Wor t' fust thin 'a' ah 'eard. So ah grabbed uz buk fra t' back. ‘n prepared for summa’ absurd An exam ont’ fust day ah exclaimed! As uz face exploded wi’ rage Ah dead eyed ‘im fra across t’ room ‘n reluctantly turned t’ page T’ year continued like ‘dis, ‘n uz nem appeared ont’ board ‘n ta quote wah’ I’d learnt fra’ uz studies, Ah felt wretched ‘n abhorred Tahhm passed by, ‘n 'e 'n class began ta connect. n suddenly 'a' dislikin, turned inter respect. Tahhm went furtha, as 'e yelled 'n laughed 'n cussed, ‘n suddenly ‘a’ respect, turned inter complete trust. ‘e’d lern wee randa facts, ‘n sha wee gormless vids. 'e’d respect wee li' adults, 'n nivva' treat wee li' kids. 'n even when ah wor glum, ‘n wasn’t feelin missen, ‘e’d finn' eur way ta use 'is words ta nurse uz back ta 'ealth. ‘n when 'e sez 'e wor leavin, everybody’s 'eart cried, We didn’t want ta seh tarreur, teur t' bloke who’d bin ah guide Sa t' best we can doa is come togetha, ‘n gatha orl wee folks. 'n wish t' best o' luck ta ah ‘un 'n onny, Yorksha bloke.
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Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 3:35 PM UTC
charltontom
T' Yorkshire bloke.
Come I’, Sit daahn, Shurrup, Wor t' fust thin 'a' ah 'eard. So ah grabbed uz buk fra t' back. ‘n prepared for summa’ absurd An exam ont’ fust day ah exclaimed! As uz face exploded wi’ rage Ah dead eyed ‘im fra across t’ room ‘n reluctantly turned t’ page T’ year continued like ‘dis, ‘n uz nem appeared ont’ board ‘n ta quote wah’ I’d learnt fra’ uz studies, Ah felt wretched ‘n abhorred Tahhm passed by, ‘n 'e 'n class began ta connect. n suddenly 'a' dislikin, turned inter respect. Tahhm went furtha, as 'e yelled 'n laughed 'n cussed, ‘n suddenly ‘a’ respect, turned inter complete trust. ‘e’d lern wee randa facts, ‘n sha wee gormless vids. 'e’d respect wee li' adults, 'n nivva' treat wee li' kids. 'n even when ah wor glum, ‘n wasn’t feelin missen, ‘e’d finn' eur way ta use 'is words ta nurse uz back ta 'ealth. ‘n when 'e sez 'e wor leavin, everybody’s 'eart cried, We didn’t want ta seh tarreur, teur t' bloke who’d bin ah guide Sa t' best we can doa is come togetha, ‘n gatha orl wee folks. 'n wish t' best o' luck ta ah ‘un 'n onny, Yorksha bloke.
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with each word that you speak to me i am blindsided with a false reality that there is still and us and we never ceased to be but then i am reminded that those words that drip from the lips i once kissed are from a platonic tongue that i do not want to know just yet i’m still clinging onto a dialectic of romance that had kissed after each syllable and made my heart melt with each phrase this change in language i cannot accept and it hurts too much to be exposed
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Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC
frankierowl
a change in dialect
with each word that you speak to me i am blindsided with a false reality that there is still and us and we never ceased to be but then i am reminded that those words that drip from the lips i once kissed are from a platonic tongue that i do not want to know just yet i’m still clinging onto a dialectic of romance that had kissed after each syllable and made my heart melt with each phrase this change in language i cannot accept and it hurts too much to be exposed
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Lucy, you’re all white bone-dry hands but ya face ain’t calm— Said you were almost complete dancin on your two feet but that rouge never lasts till dawn. Girl you’ve walked the night long as we can remember whole worlds seen your hips sway— Ever wish your secrets had stayed buried? Baby, s'too late to worry you’ve been embalmed in fame.
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Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
ATBockholdt
Pelvic Secrets
Lucy, you’re all white bone-dry hands but ya face ain’t calm— Said you were almost complete dancin on your two feet but that rouge never lasts till dawn. Girl you’ve walked the night long as we can remember whole worlds seen your hips sway— Ever wish your secrets had stayed buried? Baby, s'too late to worry you’ve been embalmed in fame.
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My own points of view, Distilled in a dialect of disjointed truths, Don't know how best to say this, But without artistic expression every other word is tasteless. Can't stop, can't become complacent, But the other side watches me from perspectives placed adjacent. Wish I made it, Wish the whole world was just a little bit less abrasive. Can't say I understand it much at all, But maybe you could decipher something worthwhile in my cryptic scrawls. Easy to see the whole world as corrupt, But I'd much rather see it as majestic as ****
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
IllestTraitor
Schroedinger's Axiom.
My own points of view, Distilled in a dialect of disjointed truths, Don't know how best to say this, But without artistic expression every other word is tasteless. Can't stop, can't become complacent, But the other side watches me from perspectives placed adjacent. Wish I made it, Wish the whole world was just a little bit less abrasive. Can't say I understand it much at all, But maybe you could decipher something worthwhile in my cryptic scrawls. Easy to see the whole world as corrupt, But I'd much rather see it as majestic as ****
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They’s times when I Jess cain’t say it good And times when I am Jess plain amazing; Then teachers and snobs Seem to all agree and Subject whut I say to Harsh degrees of hazing. It seems like they ain’t never Said the wrong word before Whatever, they jess don’t Seem to put me on ignore And move to importanter things Than grammarical stuff; As fer me, I’m jess turnin’ them off ‘Cause I have had me enough. I only had me an education Up to the eleventh grade or so A whole buncht of that silly stuff I got told but I still don’t know. My dad and my mom too They got taught just like me. And I talk good enough for them. Change my perfectly acceptable talk? Really now, the chances are slim. We say ain’t and cain’t and acrost And other such acceptable words. And some of the more ‘proper’ things Ain’t nothin’ but jess plain absurd. Like widdershins and tatterdemalion, Sequipedalian, octogenarian as well. If I’m expected to talk like that Y’all can just go straight to hell.
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Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
brent-kincaid
SAY WHUT?
They’s times when I Jess cain’t say it good And times when I am Jess plain amazing; Then teachers and snobs Seem to all agree and Subject whut I say to Harsh degrees of hazing. It seems like they ain’t never Said the wrong word before Whatever, they jess don’t Seem to put me on ignore And move to importanter things Than grammarical stuff; As fer me, I’m jess turnin’ them off ‘Cause I have had me enough. I only had me an education Up to the eleventh grade or so A whole buncht of that silly stuff I got told but I still don’t know. My dad and my mom too They got taught just like me. And I talk good enough for them. Change my perfectly acceptable talk? Really now, the chances are slim. We say ain’t and cain’t and acrost And other such acceptable words. And some of the more ‘proper’ things Ain’t nothin’ but jess plain absurd. Like widdershins and tatterdemalion, Sequipedalian, octogenarian as well. If I’m expected to talk like that Y’all can just go straight to hell.
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His words are fluid yet languid until he changes tongues and becomes another person entirely. His sounds become strong and incomprehensible as he weaves his way from language to language, dialect to dialect. He is the manager of worlds, the linguist. In his mind, his original language is not his, for he is only relaxed when amongst the foreign nature of other languages. The rasping, uncommon tongue of home is not comforting to him anymore, so he will rapidly intake other places until he finds another sound that resonates within him.
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Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 9:33 AM UTC
scarletniamh
The Linguist
His words are fluid yet languid until he changes tongues and becomes another person entirely. His sounds become strong and incomprehensible as he weaves his way from language to language, dialect to dialect. He is the manager of worlds, the linguist. In his mind, his original language is not his, for he is only relaxed when amongst the foreign nature of other languages. The rasping, uncommon tongue of home is not comforting to him anymore, so he will rapidly intake other places until he finds another sound that resonates within him.
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Just why, baby... But why, oh baby why? Ditched me, just         because       I could not               find any time                                   Free from my                         Efforts to get a          Decent life For both Of us to Spend Our Life Dear Love?
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Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
Atul
Kaiku
Just why, baby... But why, oh baby why? Ditched me, just         because       I could not               find any time                                   Free from my                         Efforts to get a          Decent life For both Of us to Spend Our Life Dear Love?
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I’s gunna say I’d hafta wanna, So, omina say no. I know I coulda And prolly shoulda But I wouldn’ta ‘Cause I gotta Kinda take a chanceta Be a wannabe. Not a useta was, But a gunna go to guy. Still I liketa never Gotta break yet. But I’m tryna. Winecha common? Wotsa prollem? Youc’n do it, cancha? Tryna kid me? Tryna trick me. Wotsa mattayou? Crazy inna head? Shoulda stood in bed? Eye ainna gunna Letcha **** me Lyka dummass Jess causeya can. Eye aindat kyna guy. Eye ainno fool, er you? So, omina skip it Jess fergit it Eye ain doinit. No way ** say. Say wotcha gotta Wotever ya wanna But omina do thangs My own way. Not gunna play. Nuttin youc’n say Gunna change me, Make a differnse. So, jess go way. Look fer sumthin Er sumone else At wantsta play.
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 6:58 AM UTC
brent-kincaid
PLAIN TALK
I’s gunna say I’d hafta wanna, So, omina say no. I know I coulda And prolly shoulda But I wouldn’ta ‘Cause I gotta Kinda take a chanceta Be a wannabe. Not a useta was, But a gunna go to guy. Still I liketa never Gotta break yet. But I’m tryna. Winecha common? Wotsa prollem? Youc’n do it, cancha? Tryna kid me? Tryna trick me. Wotsa mattayou? Crazy inna head? Shoulda stood in bed? Eye ainna gunna Letcha **** me Lyka dummass Jess causeya can. Eye aindat kyna guy. Eye ainno fool, er you? So, omina skip it Jess fergit it Eye ain doinit. No way ** say. Say wotcha gotta Wotever ya wanna But omina do thangs My own way. Not gunna play. Nuttin youc’n say Gunna change me, Make a differnse. So, jess go way. Look fer sumthin Er sumone else At wantsta play.
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Him: "You make me feel like I'm on top of the world." Her: "Because you are, King. "
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Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
undefinedcreation
Worth
Him: "You make me feel like I'm on top of the world." Her: "Because you are, King. "
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Love is an universal language. Is it truly? Feels like everyone has their own dialect, With which they are born with And do not get to select. From these Most I have hard time to decipher, Some I can grasp, A small number I seem to comprehend, A handful I understand, But only in one I am completely fluent in.
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
AliceRP
Universal Language
Love is an universal language. Is it truly? Feels like everyone has their own dialect, With which they are born with And do not get to select. From these Most I have hard time to decipher, Some I can grasp, A small number I seem to comprehend, A handful I understand, But only in one I am completely fluent in.
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Stars above glisten bright. With each star, a child born, As it was on my sacred night. I am a child of the Supreme Being Above. Representing royalty, as each of us do. We all start off this way; Pure, innocent, & true. My story, I share with others alike. Every fairy-tale, every word, every truth Each representing a time of life, Lessons learned of different virtues. I live, dream & imagine other worlds of my own, Learn lessons along the way Finding alternative paths back home. We search high and low to find ourselves Yet the answer always lies within. If we'd only follow our hearts all along, We'd always start right back where we begin. Life's about recognizing the adventure in our own lives. Following our hearts. Living our own dreams. Creating our own magic. It's things like that, we need to remember. Things like that, we need to pass on. Teach our children, remind our elders. Spread the love, bring peace to man. Magic is real. It starts with you. Find yourself however you may. Allow your whole being to come together as one. Let yourself show through in words. Simple writing. An ancient dialect.
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Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
Gemineyed-Gypsy
Ancient Rhapsody: The Written Truth
Stars above glisten bright. With each star, a child born, As it was on my sacred night. I am a child of the Supreme Being Above. Representing royalty, as each of us do. We all start off this way; Pure, innocent, & true. My story, I share with others alike. Every fairy-tale, every word, every truth Each representing a time of life, Lessons learned of different virtues. I live, dream & imagine other worlds of my own, Learn lessons along the way Finding alternative paths back home. We search high and low to find ourselves Yet the answer always lies within. If we'd only follow our hearts all along, We'd always start right back where we begin. Life's about recognizing the adventure in our own lives. Following our hearts. Living our own dreams. Creating our own magic. It's things like that, we need to remember. Things like that, we need to pass on. Teach our children, remind our elders. Spread the love, bring peace to man. Magic is real. It starts with you. Find yourself however you may. Allow your whole being to come together as one. Let yourself show through in words. Simple writing. An ancient dialect.
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I have met Masters and OGs within joint commissions. While my dear, Granddaddy Purple’s spending my tuition. But, it was merely a Blue Dream at blunt ceremonies. While Hindus and Afghans breed in holy matrimonies. Look at all of Mary Jane's strains, I want to be like them; stuck pondering my bud's embrace and all’the broken stems. Reuniting the Skywalker's was quite like the Death Star far out, in space and burns fast like Sour Diesel’s quick car. I rode the Pineapple Express, then I hit the Train Wreck. Lights out! The conductor demands that we have our pipes checked. Look at all of Mary Jane's strains, I have plenty of them, still pondering my bud's embrace and all’the broken stems. My bud's came less often and I became less credible. I told my bud Bubba that we should switch to edibles. “But, you can't eat these sweets unless the treat's gradual high stops your bud’s from disappearing. You need me to get by!” Where are all of Mary Jane's strains? I need some more like them; losing the embrace of my bud’s and all’the broken stems. All my buds have vacated me. All that's left is Reggie and Mid, who aren't like my kind buds; they’re leaving me edgy. I’m hanging with Mid and Reggie hoping they'll come around But now, even they’re gone, and I have lost what was once found. The strains of Mary Jane are gone. I can't live without them! I dream to see my bud's once more and all’the broken stems.
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Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
tim-eichhorn
The Ballad of My Best Buds
I have met Masters and OGs within joint commissions. While my dear, Granddaddy Purple’s spending my tuition. But, it was merely a Blue Dream at blunt ceremonies. While Hindus and Afghans breed in holy matrimonies. Look at all of Mary Jane's strains, I want to be like them; stuck pondering my bud's embrace and all’the broken stems. Reuniting the Skywalker's was quite like the Death Star far out, in space and burns fast like Sour Diesel’s quick car. I rode the Pineapple Express, then I hit the Train Wreck. Lights out! The conductor demands that we have our pipes checked. Look at all of Mary Jane's strains, I have plenty of them, still pondering my bud's embrace and all’the broken stems. My bud's came less often and I became less credible. I told my bud Bubba that we should switch to edibles. “But, you can't eat these sweets unless the treat's gradual high stops your bud’s from disappearing. You need me to get by!” Where are all of Mary Jane's strains? I need some more like them; losing the embrace of my bud’s and all’the broken stems. All my buds have vacated me. All that's left is Reggie and Mid, who aren't like my kind buds; they’re leaving me edgy. I’m hanging with Mid and Reggie hoping they'll come around But now, even they’re gone, and I have lost what was once found. The strains of Mary Jane are gone. I can't live without them! I dream to see my bud's once more and all’the broken stems.
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