Fortune rides like the sun on high
with the fox that makes the ravens fly.
Luck his soul, the lightning his eye,
He snatches the moons from out of the sky.
When the Wolf King carries the hammer, thus are the final days known.
with the fox that makes the ravens fly.
Luck his soul, the lightning his eye,
He snatches the moons from out of the sky.
When the Wolf King carries the hammer, thus are the final days known.
When the fox marries the raven, and the trumpets of battle are blown.
Fortsatt helt, totalt Wheel of Time-dilla. Re-read, FAQs, inngående analyserende blogger... Gimme.
I need a geek friend.
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