Aye an' a bit of Mackeral settler rack and ruinran it doon by the haim, 'ma placewell I slapped me and I slapped it doon in the sideand I cried, cried, cried.The fear a fallen down taken never back the raize and then Craig Marion,get out wi' ye Claymore out mi pocket a' ran doon, doon the middin stainpicking the fiery horde that was fallen around ma feet.Never he cried, never shall it ye get me aliveye rotten hound of the burnie crew. Well I snatched fer the blade O myClaymore cut and thrust and I fell doon before him round his feet.Aye! A roar he cried frae the bottom ofh is heart that I would nay fallbut as dead, dead as 'a can be by his feet; de ya ken?...and the wind cried back.[In English] Thank you.
Le Ultime News
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