"Beloved mother
There is no guilt
In what I have done
It's far too late
To turn it back
To turn it back
Slowly they move
One by one
Food for the clan
Your kingdom will come
Hungry souls they shall be fed
Praise the wisdom of the rats
All the children went astray
Pay the price for ignorance"
Lyrics from the great song "The Whistler", from Demons & Wizards.
My character Erundyl; someone who believes that for fighting the bad guys, you just need to be the very worst of them. Dare not to betray the whistler. XD
Photomanipulation of the background: a random googled phtography was used for the moon. The border brushes you see were provided by the super-nice =DeviantNep. Thanks!
There is no guilt
In what I have done
It's far too late
To turn it back
To turn it back
Slowly they move
One by one
Food for the clan
Your kingdom will come
Hungry souls they shall be fed
Praise the wisdom of the rats
All the children went astray
Pay the price for ignorance"
Lyrics from the great song "The Whistler", from Demons & Wizards.
My character Erundyl; someone who believes that for fighting the bad guys, you just need to be the very worst of them. Dare not to betray the whistler. XD
Photomanipulation of the background: a random googled phtography was used for the moon. The border brushes you see were provided by the super-nice =DeviantNep. Thanks!
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Hehe hold on
I'll buy you six bay mares to put in your stable ---
six golden apples bought with my pay.
I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune,
but I must be gone by the seventh day.
So come on, I'm the whistler.
I have a fife and a drum to play.
Get ready for the whistler.
I whistle along on the seventh day ---
whistle along on the seventh day.
All kinds of sadness I've left behind me.
Many's the day when I have done wrong.
But I'll be yours for ever and ever.
Climb in the saddle and whistle along.
So come on, I'm the whistler.
I have a fife and a drum to play.
Get ready for the whistler.
I whistle along on the seventh day ---
whistle along on the seventh day.
Deep red are the sun-sets in mystical places.
Black are the nights on summer-day sands.
We'll find the speck of truth in each riddle.
Hold the first grain of love in our hands.
The Whistler by Jethro Tull
I'll buy you six bay mares to put in your stable ---
six golden apples bought with my pay.
I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune,
but I must be gone by the seventh day.
So come on, I'm the whistler.
I have a fife and a drum to play.
Get ready for the whistler.
I whistle along on the seventh day ---
whistle along on the seventh day.
All kinds of sadness I've left behind me.
Many's the day when I have done wrong.
But I'll be yours for ever and ever.
Climb in the saddle and whistle along.
So come on, I'm the whistler.
I have a fife and a drum to play.
Get ready for the whistler.
I whistle along on the seventh day ---
whistle along on the seventh day.
Deep red are the sun-sets in mystical places.
Black are the nights on summer-day sands.
We'll find the speck of truth in each riddle.
Hold the first grain of love in our hands.
The Whistler by Jethro Tull
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