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« Reply #15 on: February 05, 2008, 02:04:35 PM » |
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Hymn of imperea.
The dawn is rising, The light shines with force Onto imperial capital And the new day will be glorious....
FOR THE EMPIRE 1.1.1.
Raise yourselves, guardians Of the land. The enemy is near, For your glory and fame, Your home time to defend... Resist the web of fear 1.
North and the south Are marching on you. Their weapons thirst for your blood. But by your prowess and skill, And the emperor's will, Their corpses will lie in the mud.
West is gathering thunderclouds And their flying beasts come forth. But we shall stand our ground, Brothers don't fear the sound, Of death's growling maw.
Death comes to all who in spite of our warnings, Comes to us to kill. Many have tried, Many fought, Many died, Such is the emperor's will.
On the eastern border is great unrest, Vultures circle high. The dark lord of doom, With his servants of gloom, Comes to his bloody fest.
So march on forwards, do not let, Their tricks to deter you from your aim. For whoever is strong, in both will and the hands, Shall be bestowed upon greatest fame 1.
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« Reply #16 on: February 05, 2008, 06:07:42 PM » |
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Look at yourself and what You have become. You were warned,but you didn't listen, Now you are the accursed one.
From the black holes comes the fear. It corrupts the souls and poisons minds. You have become a puppet of invisible puppeteer. He pulls the strings, and your will he binds.
You are one of many ghosts Who walk among the dread. Your body may still be alive, But your soul's already dead.
The attacking waves crash everyday On your weakening defences. Dark and nameless horrors smash The morale Or its pretences.
Distant voice of doom calls out your name. And its commands you obey, you play the role of Puppet in its game.
The revelation came to you at the last second. Resist its evil will, drive back the fear. They cannot harm you, they are your demons. They are a burden you have to bear.
So face them face to face Look them in glowing eyes. ''You have no power over me. I'm free of your tricks of mind''.
Author unknown, found on cover of ''stalkers guide to black holes''.
(Sometime, i will put it all together to make a big story)
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« Reply #17 on: February 05, 2008, 06:33:38 PM » |
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who says were at war? war with FTP? thats suicide! nah, the names have connection, but the exact connection u will never know
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« Reply #18 on: February 06, 2008, 03:16:48 AM » |
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It was for the server from the suggestion, 2 alliances, one war :p
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« Reply #19 on: February 06, 2008, 04:16:27 PM » |
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ah yea i really think that would be fun
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« Reply #20 on: February 10, 2008, 04:48:17 PM » |
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The god s dead,thunder clashing. Among the living spreads like locusts, The darkly dread,your soul is thrashing In the nets... Two sides to choose,make up your mind, Death and darkness, or light and hope. Answer your call , be with your kind. Take no bets... (chorus)* You....Stand at crossroads. But the choice isn't hard to make. The Dark Force... calls your soul forwards. Fight to the death. And make no mistake.* The rivers of the burning blood, Flow through land that was once your home. Darkness rises from those who were killed by the flood Of light... Turn your gaze towards the army Of white robes, and yellow halos. Take revenge,or leave them be, But you choose to fight.... (chorus) *FIGHT!* You are a demon, kill the *LIGHT* With a sword of darkness, look at their *FRIGHT!* Forth comes darkness, forth comes *BLIGHT!* For none can match your might.... Its about darstar,so point and laugh joke
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« Reply #21 on: February 10, 2008, 04:56:42 PM » |
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And thus I clothe my naked villainy With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
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« Reply #22 on: February 11, 2008, 05:47:09 PM » |
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The day is dying The moon flies high. Your banner's rising, Night shatters at warcry. (chorus) The battle is raging on, Among miles of carrion, For whoooooole world... The battle is raging on, You will not give up upon Your wooooooooord.... The truth is clear To all with sight. Kill to live, Or be killed tonight. Weapons clash Agonies cries' Enemies fear Reflects in your eyes. "For the slaughter" Is your motto. Drink horn of blood To the bottom. (chorus) Turn around Enemy's near. Your will to live Has killed your fear. Take them all Through torments of hell. Leave none standing Their story to tell. Hungry crows Cry in the mist, They follow your path, And on your battles feast. So come on,charge! Into the storm, Of hellish fury Rage with a form. All who stands between You and your prize "Outta my way, I won't repeat twice!" If, by any chance,you do not play WARS server, than you won't know that it is about our one true Warboss You made some good use of my account, keep rockon, boss
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« Reply #23 on: February 25, 2008, 08:01:50 PM » |
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Come with us To parade of black stars. Darkness envelops And hunger develops...
Verderben awaits, The nightmare awakes. There will be no words Just death of our worlds.
(faintly) To the battle! To the battle! To the battle! To the battle!
Take up your life. Defend for what you strife. Come march with us In the light of black stars.
The battle awaits. Right at our gates. Weapons in hands, We fight for our land.
(faintly) To the battle! To the battle! To the battle! To the battle!
Let's go,time won't wait! To the battle! Let's see what lies in our fate! To the battle!
Lets go,even though road is thin! To the battle! Lets go, fight and win! To the battle!
Let's go,they think they are strong! To the battle! Let's go to prove,them wrong! To the battle!
Let us sing this hymn! To the battle! Our grip shall remain firm! To the battle! No one gets past us! To the battle! Upon our words,and black light of stars! To the battle!
This is for -=[RP]=- Russkaya Pehota alliance on SO Wars. I was writing this to a tune, listen to the song "stripped" by Rammstein ;)
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« Reply #24 on: March 10, 2008, 07:04:46 PM » |
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Honour.
Blow, soft threads of wind. Along, the earth to the stars. Flow, with your freedom to choose Your way,among the Chaos of Wars.
We shall stand to protect Our home land. And to keep the peace We shall give a hand.
Passed, are the years of ease Our path,is growing harder. Time, of the battles will freeze. Forever, in memory.
Behind us is our last fortress, Our Last hope, and our final stand. But our defiance will never falter Neither will the aim of the weapon in my hand.
What awaits us we cannot predict. We shall stay strong no matter what. We shall press on, death our companion Until we find the peace that we sought.
War, like an ocean in storm. Throws, our ship to the stars. Why, does it have to be us? The hope, is no more but a farce.
Behind us is our last fortress, Our Last hope, and our final stand. But our defiance will never falter Neither will the aim of the weapon in my hand.
Blow, soft threads of wind. Along, the earth to the stars. Keep ,our world safe from harm. For we,will not return from the wars.
The local space marine song.
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« Reply #25 on: March 11, 2008, 05:00:12 PM » |
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the wind growled, the broken ran askew as hiss'd the blade, won the righteous and the few.
as the victors cast their arms on high a leaden bullet was shot to the sky
and the shot rang out, for all to hear for the ones at home for those near
those with their lives, gathered close together to mourn for the dead, in the ground forever
for war is no game and should not be taken light for if you feel no pain you ran from the fight
and the wind growled stronger, the broken were long gone as the blade was sheathed, rose the sun for the dawn.
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« Reply #26 on: March 11, 2008, 05:48:21 PM » |
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Jessiedog. MY THREAD, GEDDIT ?? Jike That was nice btw.
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« Reply #27 on: March 11, 2008, 05:48:53 PM » |
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lol thanks
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« Reply #28 on: March 11, 2008, 07:16:29 PM » |
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Spirit of hardships, Gathered the clouds of war again Thousands starships Will fall in a metal rain.
Enemy's near Gather your weapons and march. Saber of fear Will burn in blood like a torch.
Spirit of horror. Sways us away from our path. Predictions of sorrow Tell of our demise to be hath.
Harsh gusts of rage Tears our flag from the post. Our minds in a cage. Air is filling with death and frost.
But the hope is still living. Flag is only just a sign, And while we're still breathing Nothing can change our minds.
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« Reply #29 on: March 11, 2008, 08:51:54 PM » |
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That's pretty good...sorta...long though, lol.
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