ᔕᗩᗰᔕ┼♥VV♥┼ᔕᗩᗰᔕ Twas many a misty morning past That the Tempest left Black Raven’s Bay Setting sail for lands unknown, Seeking fortune along the way All men aboard bid their ladies farewell As the ship left the harbor astern, And the Tempest sailed off, out into the mist, Never to return Out in the midst of the ocean’s abyss A furious storm crossed their path And the ship and its crew all perished beneath King Neptune’s merciless wrath So beware the whispering wind In the misty dead of night, For the voices ye hear are but ghosts, and I fear, There’s no end to their journey in sight So hearken ye pirates and black-hearted dogs, Lest your fate be the same, or far worse For the men who set sail beneath the skull and bones Are destined to suffer this curse So beware the whispering wind In the misty dead of night, For the voices ye hear are but ghosts, and I fear, There’s no end to their journey in sight — feeling great in Brasov, Romania. — Nox Arcana-Fate of the Tempest ᗩᗰᔕᖇᕮᗩᗰᔕஜ──†††─۞ᖇᕮᗩᗰᔕᗩᗰᔕᗩᗰᔕ
Posted on: Thu, 28 Aug 2014 02:45:44 +0000
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