Кто о чём Опции

[Luffi]

и шо тут у вас?

[Snow]

Luffi, ничего)

[kot]

Ни хрена себе, сколько меня здесь не было, вообще ничего не поменялось.

[Wam-pyR!!!]

щас всё буит

[kot]

Что будет?

[Snow]

Ни хрена себе, сколько меня здесь не было, вообще ничего не поменялось.

а что должно было поменяться? здесь ничего уже годами не меняется.

[CamelSk8]

Кто о чем, хоккей с мячом. Как же не меняется, столько ведь всего происходило здесь

[Snow]

CamelSk8, лол, что происходило? за последние год-два?

[Skipper]

Ну как же.. С каждым днём на форуме становится на одно перекати-поле больше.

[Wam-pyR!!!]

Skipper, привет Airkill. Бу!

[Skipper]

Wam-pyR!!!, ты ещё помнишь мой старый ник =) И тебе Бу!

готовься, скоро они придут за тобой!)

[Wam-pyR!!!]

It is said a spirit dwells within the ancient pedestal.
The abandoned "Eine Krone" speaks so sweetly
of its many sins.
With his right hand he held it up
and filled the chalice with lies.
He seizes the painted night,
the nectar of death hides his sins.
The bloody moon is maniplated,
He is controlled by the lies he drank.
If the value of a life is weighed at death,
I hope to die smiling brightly.
In our final moments there is a light.
The scattered sins, feather-like,
come down as though they were raindrops.
His proudly abandoned body,
completely concealed, goes with the spirit.

He prepared his body
to atone for past sins.
In seeking the truth,
he stained the earth a deep red.
The rusted lock perplexed me.
When I prized it open, he did not stir.
If he cries out a powerful oath,
the frozen gate should melt.
In our final moments there is a light.
The jubilant spirit, bird-like,
comes down as though it were light.
His proudly abandoned body,
completely concealed, sends out a prayer.

As time passes, the prayer is slowly forgotten.
Atop that stone pedestal, the crown shall remain smashed to pieces.
The scattered "Eine Krone", feather-like,
comes down as though it were a raindrop.
His proudly abandoned body,
completely concealed, returns to life.

[Yurs]

[Roo]

[Yurs]