byrjaði á að taka upp stílabókina og blýantinn í skólanum og svo sat ég á bókasafninu í eyðu að skrifa þennan texta. svo kom ég heim og var að hlusta á amon amarth (death/viking metal) og mundi þá eftir litla víkingatextanum mínum sem ég var btw að klára og ákvað að senda hingað inn. á svo eftir að bæta eitthvað við þetta þar sem þetta er bara 16 bar.


I know you don’t care but it’s nice to know
they travelled on their longships to the land of ice and snow
the place, where you’d get robbed if you were rich
hardcore shit so you can fuck off if you’re a bitch
It’s a big group of guys who don’t give a damn
Where each and everyone has killed a man
this is just for the stupid, in case you didn’t know them,
so I wrote this poem to show them to not disrespect Oden
If you only showed up - they had you in a fight
And if you said something wrong they’d stab you with a knife
those are my forefathers and this is my history
vikings and slaves who lived in pain and misery
the basics of their lifestyle: they ate, killed and raped,
killing each other, so brutal and so much hate
big body but small heart and there wasn’t lot of love in it
so don’t fuck with whoever got a viking blood in him!

ekki nógu brutal if you ask me en komdu með komment á þetta…