Red lightning, sparkling stardust and crimson heart. Hall of the mountain king, Kaassassuk, ophan child teased by others. Lifted through the nose by adults and givin' pity food. Vengeance took over when Pissaap Inua made him the strongest in the world. Killed polarbears with his bare hands, lifted hundred food tree from the sea and killed his entire village. He is unique, fill with bloodlust and law was born.
Nameless monkey sitting, spitting through the aisle. Cordless slip the busy gargoil. Spitting out the waste into the wild, I am no more an angel. Killing fields the soldier passes by, clever me I would join the fight. Lay back in the arms of loved one, sweet summer sun scratch. Focus the waste, the wild and the war. We'll ask ourselves "where's the passion? Where's the hope?" and forget the innocence. They'll asnwer "We're fighting for our freedom!" while refering the word "freedom" into the word "power", and that is all what is it about... Power! Lucky me, I am living in a land of peace. We are the Night Elves of the north, far away from the Humans of the west and east. On the other side of the Orcs of the south, where the Undead lives among them. In the middle, Naga, once powerful High Elves now, forgotten, their land formally known as Atlantis.
Our world is divided into pieces, democracy and dictatorship etc... Where some have the chance to vote and some don't. Why do we suffer really damn much!?
Sincerely
Mario Lyberth
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