The death of Patroclus
Oh friend of mine, how to say goodbye
This was your time, but the armor you
Wore was mine. Im will not rest until
Midgard's blood is spilled
Its bones will all be broken
Dragged across the fiel
This, dear friend, is how we'll say
Goodbye, until we meet in the sky
( Manowar , The Triumph of Steel
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- Grandfather, tell me a story !
- Alright, go and get your storybook!
- No, no, not one of those. A real story!
- A real story ?
- Yes, tell me about when you were a boy !
- Well, then i shall have to take you back with me,
a long way in time ...
It was my thirteenth year on a cold winter's day, as i walked
through the enchanted forest, i heard the sound of horses
and men at arms. I felt compelled to walk on and find the place
of these sounds. And when the forest did clear i was standing on
a hill. Before me the armies of the world, standing, waiting. I thought to myself, for who, or for what are they waiting ? Suddenly a gust of wind came up from the north. There appeared a lone rider, holding a sword of steel. Then from the south came
another, bearing a battle ax. From the east came a third, holding
a spiked club. And finally, from the west, a rider who wielded a great hammer of war. With them came theirs soldiers of death, followed by and army of immortals. They were few in number, but t he look in their eyes told all who beheld them that they would leave this day only in victory or death. And there was a great silence....
My heart began to pound, storm clouds filled the sky with darkness. Rain came, and the four winds blew with such anger taht i heald fast to a tree. I watched the four riders raise their weapons into the air. Without warning, screaming their war cry they led the attack. Down the battle they rode. They met the armies of the world with a mighty clash! I could feel the ground shake, the earth drank much blood that day! Each of the four, was unto himself, a whirlwind of doom !!!!
When the smoke did clear, many thousands were dead. There was much blood and gore. Their bodies lay broken and scattered across the battlefield, like brown leaves blown by the wind. And i saw the four ride together to the top of the hill, while below of them the soldiers of death assembled, all those who would now swear allegiance to them.
And the four spoke the words of the Warriors Prayers:
" Gods of war, i call you. My sword is by my side. I seek a life of honor, free from a false pride. I will crack the whip with a bold mighty hail. Cover me with death if i should ever fail. Glory majesty, unity, hail, hail, hail"
And as i stood and looked on, i heard the armies of the world hail
them without end, and their voices of victory carried long and far throughout the land !
Well thats it, did you like the story ?
- yeah, it was great !
-oh god, im glad ! now off to bed with you!
-Grandfather ?
- yes ?
- who where those four men ??
- who where they ?? They were the Metal Kings !! "
( Manowar, Kings of metal )
je trouve que ca se marie très bien avec DAOC
pas vous ? :=)