I, the feeder of ravens, thwarter of the great wyrm, whos horns are worn on helm high. I whos
soul burns aural than the brightest flame, hailing from a spit of marshlands where the glory of elves shines. I descend upon this realm conquering foe and friend alike, watching as the swans of blood feed off their corpses, their blood scintillating on my icicle of blood.
The blade, tempered by the words of wise men and wiser yet to be heard.
The sheath, forged by God himself , and worn since birth.
The ultimate weapon, that has smitten even Erebus of shadows.
Its hunger yet to be filled, and still yet till my d
I, the feeder of ravens, thwarter of the great wyrm, whos horns are worn on helm high. I whos
soul burns aural than the brightest flame, hailing from a spit of marshlands where the glory of elves shines. I descend upon this realm conquering foe and friend alike, watching as the swans of blood feed off their corpses, their blood scintillating on my icicle of blood.
The blade, tempered by the words of wise men and wiser yet to be heard.
The sheath, forged by God himself , and worn since birth.
The ultimate weapon, that has smitten even Erebus of shadows.
Its hunger yet to be filled, and still yet till my d
Every time the shit hits the fan, i'm the one throwing it.
Current Residence: Home Favourite genre of music: All (but rap, even then I guess it would depend) Favourite style of art: all Operating System: windows XP (cant stand the others) MP3 player of choice: Ipod touch ( christmas present) I hate apple