... от суров гений на цивилизацията
Че просто изчакайте, изчакайте за (-) бавната част:
"Anger rideth with the ones that know no fear,
Whose eyes like fire, whose hearts - like ice.
And spirit rideth with the ones that know no fear.
They were the sons, the sons of northern darkness...
Wisdom rideth with the ones that know no fear,
Old as the northern wind blow,
Blow over grim moors..."
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Olve Eikemo от Odda,
текстът е на шурея му
