i see, then what better to outfit your feral one-man-band than the tusk of the woolly mammoth encrusted with scales from none other than Sarcosuchus himself lord of ancient crocodilians
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Album Rating: 3.0
u guys wanna LARP or somthing
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My "robe of infinite truth" will consist of indigo threads, cashmere linen, chinchilla sleeves, bear fur trimming, and precious stones from all through the world, from ancient Babylon to the Silk Road. My garment will be spiced with rich cinnamon of the highest quality to make the charlatans wet as a Florida summer.
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You better have long hair and an epic beard to go along with it too.
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I will as my mystical invisibility cloak and dragon scale wand will provide defense shall the situation get a little too grotesque for my liking.
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a vagabond as flashy as you would draw attention to himself along the perilous road. traveling without fear of highway robbery requires conservative attire. comfortable Persian sandals and robe of Egyptian cotton complimented with a common man's berber sash.
it's either that or utilizing the forbidden magic carpet you swindled from a legless snake summoner in the Arabic market of Petra
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My second form is that of a Celtic warrior as I am able to shapeshift at will. From young to old and old to young. My halberd which was handed down to me from the great Gaulish kings of old shall provide great range in disposing of enemies. My tonfas and twin katanas given as parting gifts from Asia's royalty will illustrate my elusive speed and raw talent as a fierce warrior to be reckoned with.
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how the fuck are you able to change forms so carelessly without depleting your ancient forest mana reserves? you were obviously not raised by the same wolfpack as i. living on the barren mountain wastes of the northern Caucasus i was taught early to conserve my energy should a situation become frantic
you don't sink your teeth into the enemy without baring them first
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ignore my fruitless cursing, i have existed amongst the modern man for too long
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It's simple. I'm a demi-god. A bastard offspring between Loki and the queen of the helvetii tribe. My half brothers are Fenrir and the world serpent Jörmungandr as my half sister is the mistress of the underworld Hel.
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Album Rating: 3.0
i don't even know what's going on in here right now
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inked with the blood of a stygian sorcerer
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Thy puny mortal bred of swine cannot comprehend thy's superior status. I concur but shall commence this conversation later as I have business to take care of through the accursed mountains of mordor.
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Album Rating: 3.0
it's like scandinavian folklore and middle earth fucked and neither one wanted the child
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Forgot Hogwarts. Wand and cloak references. God!!!! Get with it.
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you do not mention gods in here without preparing for the eventual coming of many let alone one. wrath so great even empirical kings pay homage
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Wow, and I thought I was embarrassed to say that I ignored this album for almost two years when I listened to "Long Lost To Where No Pathway Goes" by the same band!
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This album is amazing and anyone who says "well uh it's not that good, i mean i like Land of the Dead but..." is a faggot and should go back to listening to pop music or Kanye West.
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Album Rating: 4.0
I like this guy.
But hey, leave Yeezy alone.
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Album Rating: 4.5
Havent heard the entire album yet, but everything I've heard so far is soo fucking good!
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