Gustavus II Adolphus, the great. The lion of the north, the golden king.
His horse, streiff, that he rode the day he was killed. His pistols, part of his clothing, his sword and a banner flown at the fateful battle that cost him his life is also shown.
Hero and king, he fell leading his men at the battle of Lützen, anno 1632.
Me and one of my friends caught 4 fish today, these are the 2 I got. Tomorrow I’ll cook ‘em and serve ‘em for dinner. :D
"Rage and sorrow are seated in my heart…so firmly that I scarce dare to stay alive. It seems that God wishes to support the Turks to our loss…ah, lord God…alas, the realm of the East has lost so much that it will never be able to rise up again. They will make a Mosque of Holy Mary’s convent, and since the theft pleases her Son, who should weep at this, we are forced to comply as well…Anyone who wishes to fight the Turks is mad, for Jesus Christ does not fight them any more. They have conquered, they will conquer. For every day they drive us down, knowing that God, who was awake, sleeps now, and Muhammad waxes powerful."
- Lament of a Templar Knight at the losses against the Muslims during the seventh crusade.
Many, many years ago in a sad, faraway land, there was an enormous mountain made of rough, black stone. At sunset, on top of that mountain, a magic rose blossomed every night that made whoever plucked it immortal. But no one dared go near it because its thorns were full of poison.
Men talked amongst themselves about their fear of death, and pain, but never about the promise of eternal life. And every day, the rose wilted, unable to bequeath its gift to anyone… forgotten and lost at the top of that cold, dark mountain, forever alone, until the end of time.
Always the Russians.. God damnit!
Я иду на мид,instead of Я собираюсь середине.
Oh yah you dont even know Russian lel
Nej, men svenska kan jag. Lol!
Nope, but I do know swedish. And humour.