A Classic Tale of Hibernia Spun by the Skalds of Midgard
Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2003 2:18 pm
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Written on VN by- Bile Silhouette
There once was an elf from Dun Crauchon,
Who quested and crafted the day long,
He heard the warcry,
"Midgard must die!"
But it filled him with great apprehension.
The elf thought to himself with a sigh.
If I go I'll most surely die.
Midgard's too strong,
My dick's not too long.
I think I'll just sit here and not try.
He sat on his ass like a wussy.
His courage all tattered and dusty.
The SoD will be there.
I just can't compare.
And there he sat growing a pussy.
So Midgard marched through the frontier.
And Hibernia drowned in their own tears.
The keeps dropped like flies.
With no hib in sight.
Still sitting in Ligen with great fear.
Our heros then gathered at Dagda.
While the hibs scoured and searched for viagra.
We have just thirteen,
Yet we'll still make them bleed,
And they frenzied with cries to valhalla!
The doors began falling like rain.
The mids causing hibs death and pain.
Their bones crack and ache.
Such cowering asscakes.
They just got run down by the mid train.
Behold the power of SoD!
Yet, it was far too bad odds.
A sight to behold.
The mids strong and bold.
With the hibs left as limp as a dead cod.
It truly was a night to behold.
The hibernian frontier sure got rolled!
Could there be such a sight?
The hib's ass puckered tight.
The went down like silk panties on prom night!
Written on VN by- Bile Silhouette
There once was an elf from Dun Crauchon,
Who quested and crafted the day long,
He heard the warcry,
"Midgard must die!"
But it filled him with great apprehension.
The elf thought to himself with a sigh.
If I go I'll most surely die.
Midgard's too strong,
My dick's not too long.
I think I'll just sit here and not try.
He sat on his ass like a wussy.
His courage all tattered and dusty.
The SoD will be there.
I just can't compare.
And there he sat growing a pussy.
So Midgard marched through the frontier.
And Hibernia drowned in their own tears.
The keeps dropped like flies.
With no hib in sight.
Still sitting in Ligen with great fear.
Our heros then gathered at Dagda.
While the hibs scoured and searched for viagra.
We have just thirteen,
Yet we'll still make them bleed,
And they frenzied with cries to valhalla!
The doors began falling like rain.
The mids causing hibs death and pain.
Their bones crack and ache.
Such cowering asscakes.
They just got run down by the mid train.
Behold the power of SoD!
Yet, it was far too bad odds.
A sight to behold.
The mids strong and bold.
With the hibs left as limp as a dead cod.
It truly was a night to behold.
The hibernian frontier sure got rolled!
Could there be such a sight?
The hib's ass puckered tight.
The went down like silk panties on prom night!
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