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Lost in an endless forest for two years...

I just edited my profile a little and there it was. A small note.

"Member for: 1 year, 51 weeks."

I was like "Wow". Didn't realize I've been active here for such a long time.
One more week and it'll be two whole years!

So I guess it was a really good timing of me to introduce my new character Sauronien,
I didn't know when I made her bio that it would be my two year 'anniversary' so soon.
I think I'd better do something to celebrate it. I don't know what, though.
(I invited Ashdrau for dinner earlier anyway so perhaps we could drink some cola and cheer idkwth) XD

But in any case, how does it matter so much? I don't know that either.
It just feels really awesome to have been here for such a long time.
Or maybe it's not that long, but two years is still...

Oh whatever. ^^

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In the night, it's here again
I hear the sounds of strangest things
How could anyone sleep in this noise
Footsteps, weeping, the howling of wind

Chill of soul and coldness of heart
Whispers tell of merciless faiths
A shiver is running down my back
As I hear the voice-like sound closing up...

Convincing, it's not, to tell of logic
When in the night you hear someone breathe
When in the midnight you see a shadow
And in the darkness the glow of eyes...

Snapping, creaking, stepping, cracking
Fear can't describe the panicking feel
Just close your eyes though it's coming closer
And tell yourself that the sound isn't real...




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(Oio's human form looks almost like this blonde guy in the beginning of the first song)

Into the blue memories
the morning mist has fallen
erase the pain of words and deeds
glistening on withered grass

forgiveness is not needed
yet remorse now has been claimed
those deeds are long forgotten
too long has gone to speak of it again

so silence, rule my heart once more
and so be it for now
let us cheer the coming of days
mourn the past no longer

I can't regret, what is long gone
for it does not change it's being
yet, had I known this was to come
the deeds were, if so, never done.

By Katrina Tapio 2010


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I got this epic, faboulos, fantastic, marvellous idea. Or maybe it's just a funny one. I draw a deer, you tell me about it. Allright? 8 D

Like what's it's gender, name, where does he/she come from, what's the deer doing... Let's make up a little story together! No rules, except that you cannot deny what another person's written about the deer and that you do not write way too indecent stuff... xD

Then you may add your own drawings of deer, if you wish to involve them in the story. Tell us about it or everyone else make it all up.

Let's do it! 8D



Tell me about this deer. : )

The uprising of Hell

The message of war is now whispered
An uprising is being planned
A few more days all will be peaceful
After it you will be crushed and rammed

Here is now the day of cleansing
Preparations for war is to start
Here is now the day of sunlight
War is painted on the one to tear you apart

Here is now the day of the moonlight
The cold stillness and resting seduce you
To believe there exists no more threat
But truth is; destruction will be here soon

Here is now the day of bravery
Preparations are now almost done
Hatred is glowing and now we are strong
We know that the fight is to come

This is the great day of Odin
The last day of peace this will be
This is the last preparation
But what it is you will not see

And this is the day of Thunder and rage
To suffer it is now your turn
We will bring Hell to your house
This night the sky itself will burn

We open the fiery gates of Hell
We lit the black fires in our hearts
Satan stands by us in this great war
Upon your lies we start a slaughter done well

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!


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The mist so thick,
glistening yet gray,
making the sky so pale.
It's crawling up the fields,
like a creature from a cave,
it rolls towards us, slowly, slowly.
From the sea it came,
from the blackest water of lakes,
the Hell in a filthy puddle.
It moves onto us with a stench of salt,
with a scent of pain,
with a feeling of hopelessness.
The shriek of a dying bird,
the whisper of a sickness' lips,
the sound of being destined to a life of misery,
it comes with the fog,
heavily sinking from the sky.

By Shulgalaj

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