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The Wyld Ones

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The Wyld Ones

 

Director: Wwnk
Reglamento: Hombre Lobo, el Apocalipsis
Sistema: Rol por web
Jugadores: 0
Nivel requerido: Medio: jugadores con un mínimo de experiencia
Ritmo de juego: Bajo: un mensaje semanal o menos
Fecha de comienzo: 19/12/2014
Estado: Suspendida

Introducción

"Algo pasa cuando vas a 150 por hora.
El tubo de escape ahoga los demás sonidos; la vibración del motor se acompasa al ritmo de tu corazón; tu campo de visión hace un embudo sobre lo inmediato. Y de repente no estás sobre la carretera, estás dentro, formas parte de ella. El tráfico, el paisaje, la poli...son como decorados de cartón que salen volando a tu paso"

Sinopsis

There's a blackbird perched outside my window
I hear him calling
I hear him sing
He burns me with his eyes of gold to embers
He sees all my sins
He reads my soul
One day that bird, he spoke to me
Like Martin Luther
Like Pericles

Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human track
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And he'll make you king
And he'll make you king

On a blanket made of woven shadows
Flew up to heaven
On a raven's glide
These angels have turned my wings to wax now
I fell like judas from grace tonight
On that day that he lied to me
Like Martin Luther
Like Pericles

Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human track
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And he'll make you king
And he'll make you king

I walk among the children of my fathers
The broken wings, betrayal's cost
They call to me but never touch my heart, no
I am too far
I'm too lost

All I can hear is what he spoke to me
Like Martin Luther
Like Pericles
Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human track
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And he'll make you king
And he'll make you king

So now I curse that raven's fire
You made me hate, you made me burn
He laughed aloud as he flew from eden
You always knew, you never learn
The crow no longer sings to me
Like Martin Luther
Or Pericles

Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human track
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And he'll make you king
And he'll make you king

Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human track
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And he'll make you king
And he'll make you king

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