P.S.

De ceva vreme ma fascineaza mitologia nordica.Sau mai bine zis modul de a fi al nordicilor.Atata istorie misto, cultura unica...ah, ce as vrea sa fiu norvegian!Dar pana atunci ma multumesc cu asta:
For love. for love...

The midnight hour closes by

Our army rages and cries

They want to fight so desperately

They want to kill the enemy.

The putrid smell of death is in the air

The men are armed and ready for war

The sign of Tyr, god of war, is on their shields

And they sign odes to Odin.

Marching to The gate of Fire

They can see the walking dead of Helheim

But no-one dares to fear

For if they will

It’s the last thing they’ll do.

You can hear the screams of anger

Coming from the pit of doom

It’s the place with no end, where they’ll go soon

Because who ever enters the domain of Hel

Must leave blood behind

Or else the gates won’t open

But the men do not fear

They walk and sing

Thinking of nothing

Speaking and shouting:

,,To arms!To war!

Kill them all!’’

What a invigorating spirit

But they know that if they die

Their souls will be carried away

By Valkyries.

Oh, what an honor!

To be carried away to Valhalla

By the most beautiful goddess

So that on your last road

You see no pain

But only beauty.

,,To arms then men!’’

Let’s fight for the king!

Kill the ones that don’t believe

In dreams and hope

In love and faith

In life and hate.

Let there be justice on earth

No more blasphemies

The peace will be finally restored

It’s the thing that is worth fighting for

It’s what keeps us alive

What makes us survive

,,To arms my men!’’

For love and care

For they’ll someday make poems

And they’ll say how bravely we fought

To protect our homes

And the ones we love…

Inspirat din folclorul norvegian, finlandez si alte popoare nordice:D.In speranta ca am scris bine numele zeilor mentionati, si ca am reusit sa scriu ceva demn de publicat va doresc lectura placuta.

Serus!...