In a manica the reaper comes around,
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Reblogged from fuckyeahvikingsandcelts
Many friends died on the way, only few of us survived,
But I would gladly take their place, In Oden’s hall up high.
The icy winter is creeping near, dark skies above us.
Biting frost in the air darkness surrounds us.
Soon the lakes and seas will freeze, and snow will lay its veil.
And we will long for the summer breeze Where we can set our sails.
(Source: theintegral)
