A time....

You did well in the shieldwall,brother.Brown was the flesh of the bodies offered to the blood bird.Well you did,well enough to make for yourself a name...

Life is strange,......

The mornin sun reminds me of the times we spent
stretchin stories,singin songs and forget the rest
you know and I know this dance might never end
life is strange life is good life is all that it should be

my eyes got caught in a stranger's stare
she was searchin for a witness to a personal dare
our lives crashed into a fiery destiny
Life is strange life is good life is all that it should be

when the clouds steal your shadow and you've no sense of direction
lay your body down
and when your standin in the water and the world seems to matter
and you know....you hear laughter

life is strange life is good life is all that it should be

Happiness is......

The sun setting on a lone piper,the sound of his pipes rolling across the green meadows.The muster,your friends grinning with anticipation of the comming battle,the sweet clanking and jingling of armour and the trappings of war.The breeze wafting the smell of steel,rust and sweat,as you gaze through the eye slots in your helm across the battlefield at the skjaldbjorg.The day turning to night,the smell of wood fires,the beat of drums,the exalted voices of comrades celebrating victory and lamenting losses.the bitter taste of strong brew and the winking smiles of perfumed and painted women...such is the stuff of happiness