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 | | From: | ariser | | Subject: | There are monsters ahead | | Date: | Sat, 15 Jan 2005 22:49:08 GMT |
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 | Välillä runoillaan.
Jos jollain on kommentteja, niin kiitän etukäteen.
Hear my son, the fury of these mountains.
See through the false calmness of them sharpens.
For there are monsters ahead, behind ev'ry hill.
Raging for the death, by their master's will.
They will confront us, attack for the feast.
Still can't blame them, for nature made 'em beast.
Now there's great evil in row, that crowds this forsaken land.
But every beast has same Devil to bow, all power in his wallbreaking hand.
Far from the nations of their own, the dogs of war shall growl.
On their masters show, for the peace, salvation and crown.
No more freedom, no more peace.
Ruin of wisdom, spreading dicease.
No more fences, just you and me.
Pick your branches, pawn you will be.
Repulsive, mad, insane.
Generation wasted in vain.
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| | From: | Juhani Laulajainen | | Subject: | Re: There are monsters ahead | | Date: | Tue, 18 Jan 2005 10:37:58 GMT |
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| Olisi mielenkiintoista kuulla kommentteja, joita runo saisi vastaavasta
englanninkielisestä kirjoittajaryhmästä. Itse en osaa sanoa runosta paljon
mitään. Se kuulostaa komealta lukiessa, näyltä tai visiolta tyyliin T. S.
Eliot ja Wasted Land. Ymmärtämistä vaikeuttaa heikko kielitaitoni (confront,
pawn).
"ariser" kirjoitti viestissä
news:E5hGd.579$5f3.231@read3.inet.fi...
> Välillä runoillaan.
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> Jos jollain on kommentteja, niin kiitän etukäteen.
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> Hear my son, the fury of these mountains.
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> See through the false calmness of them sharpens.
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> For there are monsters ahead, behind ev'ry hill.
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> Raging for the death, by their master's will.
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> They will confront us, attack for the feast.
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> Still can't blame them, for nature made 'em beast.
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> Now there's great evil in row, that crowds this forsaken land.
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> But every beast has same Devil to bow, all power in his wallbreaking hand.
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> Far from the nations of their own, the dogs of war shall growl.
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> On their masters show, for the peace, salvation and crown.
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> No more freedom, no more peace.
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> Ruin of wisdom, spreading dicease.
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> No more fences, just you and me.
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> Pick your branches, pawn you will be.
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> Repulsive, mad, insane.
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> Generation wasted in vain.
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