To the music of Colors of the Wind, from Pocahontas. Assistant writing credit goes to General Havoc.
You call me Carpathian Hayseed
And you’re so educated
I guess it must be so
But I still cannot see
If the hayseed one is me
How can there be so much that you don’t know
You don’t know
You think you own the city streets you walk on
The earth is just a place to make your name
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a shape, and a spirit, I can tame
You think the only kindred who are kindred
Are kindred who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of my kinsmen
You’ll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the ghouls cry to the full blood moon
Or asked a grinning voivode why he grinned?
Can you build with all the long-bones of a traitor
Can you smile as all your enemies are skinned
Can you smile as all your enemies are skinned
Let loose the hounds and hunt men through the mountains
Come touch the captured demons ‘neath the earth
Come revel in the horrors all around you
And just once, find out how a Vozhd gives birth
My master showed me how to make blood brothers
That I my craft and use them to my ends
And they are all connected to eachother
In a hive mind, in a hell that never ends.
How high will the throne of bones grow
if you stop me now, then you'll never know
And you’ll never hear you friends cry as their lungs are strewn
For you’ll be in a dungeon without shins
I can build with all the long-bones of a traitor
And I must smile as all my enemies are skinned
You can walk the earth and still
All you’ve walked is earth until
You can smile as all your enemies are skinned
Song of the Tzimisce
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#1 Song of the Tzimisce
"Nothing in biology makes sense except in the light of evolution."
- Theodosius Dobzhansky
There is no word harsh enough for this. No verbal edge sharp and cold enough to set forth the flaying needed. English is to young and the elder languages of the earth beyond me. ~Frigid
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Orlando approves.
Gaze upon my works, ye mighty, and despair...
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."
Havoc: "So basically if you side against him, he summons Cthulu."
Hotfoot: "Yes, which is reasonable."