Майор Вихрь
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Nothing like that, Vikh. But what about the thrill of waiting out a thunderstorm in the forest under a fir tree and wondering – is the neighboring tree taller or is mine? And which one will the lightning strike? Brrr – chills down your spine mixed with ants...
O God of Earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal
