Quid multis morer? Tale quale. Sed semel insanivimus omnes... Голубой плотоядный сыр
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We ride in the northwind over the mountains without a care
Adventures calling beyond the faraway stars
The battle has been won, falling enemies ships on fire
Diving through the void,
The wings are spread to take us higher
No place to call home
In underworld or sky
Living on the edge, looking danger into the eye
Flying towards the stars so bright
Straight into the heart of the night
Wings of darkness carrying the spirits of us
The skies are open for atomic Vikings to roam
And when the quest is ended, Valhalla will then be our home
No place is safe from us in underworld or sky
Living on the edge, looking danger into the eye


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