Warriors rise from the grave
Longships sailing The Wave
Bloodshed on every shore
Friction massing from war
Throughout the times of perplexity and illusion
We've got some last Gods left, worth keeping
That go by such names as Kindness and Honesty.
I want us to hold swords again
As in the years of the old tales.
But this time, to fight for Dignity and Solidarity.
Against the waves of darkness and death
I'm walking with Eternal Brightness in my eyes.
Τι πάνε δυτικές συνοικίες τα μαλακισμένα, αφού δε τους παίρνει.
It is known.
http://www.cosmo.gr/News/Hellas/319291.html
όχι ότι θα πει τίποτα για αυτούς που θα τους ψήφιζαν έτσι κι αλλιώς, αλλά.
"we are not evacuating this house, we don't believe in you and your wrecking crew"
Εδώ βλέπουμε ότι η δολοφονία του Μουτάφη φαινόταν και στον αστρολογικό του χάρτη:
http://simmoria.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_27.html