Walden (first published in 1854 as Walden; or, Life in the Woods) is a book by American transcendentalist writer Henry David Thoreau
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Walden (first published in 1854 as Walden; or, Life in the Woods) is a book by American transcendentalist writer Henry David Thoreau
Die Hoffnung, sie ist zurück In der Ferne das Glück So komme was kommen mag Wofür mein Leben bestimmt – Finsterforst – Gallery : Into The Forest
Dark and pale lies the land. In the end truth or legend no one knows. Only the standing stones. I hear the sounds still echo. – Suidakra –
Our tree was full and green, I had to leave it. The sadness was overwhelming, to be alone beneath it. The sun came down hot and hard, I could never sleep. To disappear was the only way I could find relief. When I was buried in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, alone and unceremoniously. – Woods Of Ypres – The Black Waltz
Strongest of his kind. Shattered by a fateful might. – Suidakra – Not Built To Last
Far away there´s a land of snow and sorrow. Time has made the frozen tears fall like rain from the starlit sky. And I feel so cold, I can´t make it tomorrow.
Doch glaube mir, erst wenn ein Sturm sich erhebt, in dir bebt, wirst du spürn, dass du lebst !
It was said in legend that if the Horn was blown anywhere within the bounds of ancient Gondor, its call would not pass unheeded …
In my thoughts and in my dreams They’re always in my mind. These songs of hobbits, dwarves and men and elves. Come close your eyes. You can see them too.
I feel cold when I cry out for the bark take him back to Avalon. Dwell on for a new age so long sleep well my friend.