10-23-2014, 06:11 PM
The sole remains of bloody Danes
spawn mould on old war-horses' reins;
A feel'o'your tits before they change
to rotted flesh; necro remains.
Skol, a toast to my dear mistress;
I’ll be your Great Dane,
by your side and fearless.
We’ll trek across fiord and moor,
where Valkyries will guide us
to Valhalla’s door.
spawn mould on old war-horses' reins;
A feel'o'your tits before they change
to rotted flesh; necro remains.
Skol, a toast to my dear mistress;
I’ll be your Great Dane,
by your side and fearless.
We’ll trek across fiord and moor,
where Valkyries will guide us
to Valhalla’s door.
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris