Before the grimmest enemy
Cold rain whipping those proud faces
Warriors raising their spirits
Despising death as they rush forward
Blood of the brothers drains to the ground
stirring up rage, giving them power
Trampling the enemy with their feet
Without fear they fight
Can you hear the call of the North Star
Feel its longing in your heart
This bond is eternal sworn through blood
At the end we will stand as one!
Even if the daylight dies
Our horde marches on and on
If we should fall down to the ground
We'll rise again and never give up!
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I'm sleepy today. I've been sleepy for several days now. I guess I am sick. I have a sore throat. Things hit me harder than they once did.
I dreamed last week of working in an office and listening to a chorus singing something resembling La Fortuna. I won't bore you with the truly tedious details.
I went shopping yesterday at the local Amish store. They have a lot of fresh vegetables, a good meat counter, and a positive horde of mixes and easy-prep items like onion soup powder, a broccoli and cheese soup mix, and a really enjoyable pizza sauce mix. Why the Amish store should abound with mixes is a little obscure to me, but so it is.
No freewriting today. I just can't summon the energy.