Newcastle Edinburgh Glasgow

Good morning

Highlands

Good morning 

Warriors prayer 

Grandfather, tell my a story! Alright, go and get your storybook. No, No, not one of those, a real story! A real story? Yes, tell me about when you were a boy. Well, then, I shall have to take you back with me, a long way in time... It was my thirteenth year on a cold winter's day, as I walked through the enchanted forest, I heard the sound of horses and men at arms, I felt compelled to walk on and find the place of these sounds, and when the forest did clear I was standing on a hill before me was a great plain upon it the armies of the worlds standing, waiting. I thought to myself, for whom or for what are they waiting? Suddenly a gust of wind came up from the North, there appeared a lone rider, holding a sword of steel, then from the south came another bearing a battle ax, from the east came a third holding a spiked club, and finally from the west a rider who weilded a great hammer of war. With them came their soldiers of death, followed by an Army of Immortals. They were few in number but the look in their eyes told all who beheld them that they would leave this day only in victory or death. And there was a great silence... My heart began to pound, storm clouds filled the sky with darkness, rain came and the four winds blew with such anger that I held fast to a tree. I watched the four riders raise their weapons into the air. Without warning, screaming their war cry they led the attack, down to the battle they rode, they met the armies of the world with a mighty clash! I could feel the ground shake, the earth drank much blood that day. Each of the four, was unto himself, a whirlwind of doom! When the smoke did clear, many thousands were dead. There was much blood and gore. Their bodies lay broken and scattered across the battlefield like brown leaves blown by the wind. And I saw the four ride together to the top of the hill, while below them the soldiers of death assembled, all those who would now swear allegiance to them. And the four spoke the words of the Warrior's Prayer. Gods of war I call you, My sword is by my side. I seek a life of honor, free from all false pride. I will crack the whip with a bold mighty hail. Cover me with death if I should ever fail. Glory, Majesty, Unity Hail, Hail, Hail. And as I stood and looked on, I heard the Armies of the world hail them without end and their voices of victory carried long and far throughout the land! Well, that's it, did you like the story? Yeah, it was great! Oh good, I'm glad. Now off to bed with you. Grandfather? Yes? Who were those four men? Who were they? They were the metal kings!

Blood of the Kings

Whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa! Oh, brothers, the battle is raging, choose your side Sing with us the battle hymns, into glory ride Hail to England, the sign of the hammer's our guide Forever we're fighting the world, side by side On a crusade, the world we bring (Four kings of metal, four metal kings) Death to the false ones, dance on a string 'Til the blood on your sword is the blood of the king 'Til the blood on your hand is the blood of the king Our armies in England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales Our brothers in Belgium, Holland and France will not fail Denmark, Sweden, Norway, Finland, Italy Switzerland, Austria, back to the glory of Germany (hey) On a crusade, the world we bring (Four kings of metal, four metal kings) Death to the false ones, dance on a string 'Til the blood on your sword is the blood of the king 'Til the blood on your hand is the blood of the king King! Sound the death tone on our march for revenge Spill the blood of my enemies, the oath of a friend Fight the holy war for the crown and the ring Six magic circles were made by the blood of the kings Wherever we ride, it's metal we bring (Four kings of metal, four metal kings) Sounds of true metal we will sing 'Til the blood on your sword is the blood of the king 'Til the blood on your hand is the blood of the king Whoa! Sound the death tone on our march for revenge Spill the blood of my enemies, the oath of a friend Fight the holy war for the crown and the ring Six magic circles were made by the blood of the kings (kings) Wherever we ride, it's metal we bring (Four kings of metal, four metal kings) Death to the false ones, dance on a string 'Til the blood on your sword is the blood of the king 'Til the blood on your hand is the blood of the king 'Til the blood on your sword is the blood of the king 'Til the blood on your hand is the blood of the king 'Til the blood on your sword is the blood of the king Blood of the king, blood of the king Whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa!

Clansman

Wake alone in the hills With the wind in your face It feels good to be proud And be free and a race that is part of a clan To live on highlands The air that you breathe So pure and so clean When alone on the hills With the wind in your hair And a longing to feel Just to be free Is it right to believe In the need to be free It's a time when you die And without asking why Why can't you see what they do They are grinding us down They are taking our land That belongs to the clans Not alone with a dream Just a want to be free With a need to belong I am a clansman Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom It's a time wrought with fear It's a land wrought with change Ancestors could hear what is happening now They would turn in their graves They would all be ashamed Land of the free has written in chains And I know what I want When the timing is right Then I'll take what is mine I am the clansman And I swear to defend I'll fight to the end Know that I'll never be taken alive I know that we'll stand I'll fight for the land I swear that my bairns Will be born free And I know what I want When the timing is right Then I'll take what is mine I am the clansman Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom No, no we can't let them take anymore No we can't let them take anymore We're the land of the free No hey, no we can't let them take anymore No we can't let them take anymore We're the land of the free Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Is it right to believe In the need to be free It's a time when you die And without asking why Why can't you see what they do They are grinding us down They are taking our land That belongs to the clans Not alone with a dream Just a want to be free With a need to belong I am a clansman And I know what I want When the timing is right Then I'll take what is mine I am the clansman Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom I know what I want When the timing is right Then I'll take what is mine I am the clansman

Gravel trails and asphalt roads...

Dirt and grass fields, trees, rivers, lakes, hills, rocks, valleys, mountains skies... Horizons, living and talking alone. Chating online and on the phone with friends.

Lands, places, air, breezes, smells...

Fields, houses, gardens, statues, parks, palaces, churches, castles, monumentos... History, arts, cultures... 

Food, wine and tastes.

Work, lesure, love, pleasure, rest, pace, peace, dreams.

Where's the dear one?

Well, lying on a blanket. A blanket that those who have been around found for her on her way.

Where's home?

Well, nowhere, there's no home, no roof, no walks, space, comfort, snuggle, no home to live.

What was the purposes to buy and own a piece of land? 

How you gonna do and build something on your property, like a home and others builds, a garden... all alone? Is it what you want and how you want to do and build something there for you? With friends? Ok. Not good but its ok. 

With someone dear? Good, I like this thought.

There's nothing else to do but to travel. Who doesn't like to travel? And that's the meaning of it all, that's life.

The Clansman

Warriors of the World

Here our soldiers stand from all around the world Waiting in a line to hear the battle cry All are gathered here, victory is near The sound will fill the hall, bringing power to us all We alone are fighting for metal that is true We own the right to live the fight, we're here for all of you Now swear the blood upon your steel will never dry Stand and fight together beneath the battle sky Brothers everywhere - raise your hands into the air We're warriors, warriors of the world Like thunder from the sky - sworn to fight and die We're warriors, warriors of the world Many stand against us, but they will never win We said we would return and here we are again To bring them all destruction, suffering and pain We are the hammer of the gods, we are thunder, wind and rain. Brothers everywhere - raise your hands into the air We're warriors, warriors of the world Like thunder from the sky - sworn to fight and die We're warriors, warriors of the world There they wait in fear with swords in feeble hands With dreams to be a king, first one should be a man I call about and charge them all with a life that is a lie And in their final hour they shall confess before they die If I should fall in battle, my brothers who fight by my side Gather my horse and weapons, tell my family how I died Until then I will be strong, I will fight for all that is real All who stand in my way will die by steel Brothers everywhere - raise your hands into the air We're warriors, warriors of the world Like thunder from the sky - sworn to fight and die We're warriors, warriors of the world

The creator

The creations

Universe origin

Cosmogonia

Solar system origin

The World and Humanity origin

Life

Eden

Eden Garden God's Garden Paradise

Tree of life

Tree of the Science of good and evil

Adam and Eva

Forbidden fruit

The serpent

Sin

A Anta

Monte Abraão 

Casa Branca 

What's she saying? Is she telling me something? Something of her? A thought of hers?

How is she?

Good, thanks?

Where's she?

Is she sailing in the kisses of the Seven Seas? In salty and sweet waters?

In the tranquility of the bluest and the darker skies of heaven?

In peace with herself and the world?

Waving her mind on bord of the yatchs? Writing menus and cooking meals? Tasting and serving delicious plates? Drinking waters, juices and wine? Napkins? Socialising and talking with the sailors, with the crews of the yatchs? With people, costumers, guests? Behaving well? Docking, taking a taxi, direction Hotel Skate Board, second floor, door two, two hours? Lying around the clock time after work? Sleeping well? Dreaming? Resting?

Has she being a good or a bad girl? Betraying me? You Traitor.

A date with me? Dinner tomorrow in the lost forest? In the high of the Coral Mountain with a view to the other side of the sea world? You choose the place where you would like to dinne with me? If you would like?

God

Godess

Godess

Siren

A lady with a violin playing to the seals Hearken to the sound of calling Who tied my hands to the wheel? The zodiac turns over me (come to me) Somewhere there my fate revealed I hear, but how will I see? I tied myself to the wheel The winds talk to my sails, not me (come to me) Somewhere there my fate revealed I hear, but how will I see?

Warriors Of The World United (Live)

Iverness Aberden Dundee