3rd January 2014 - Norscan State of Mind - for the New Year

Thought for the day: "What do Butterflies feel in their stomach when they fall in love?"

They may ban it in all countries - but it seems I can upload here as well ...  so there is another version of the Norscan State of Mind... Seems they get me anyway - they cut the end off if I load this way
 Ho Hum !!

Full lyrics....
Yeah I'm out of Thorsgard, now I'm down in Odinsheim
Right next to Thor's Temple, and I'll be Wolf forever

I'm the skald Vollsanger, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere

I used to scrap in Skadi, ridicule teutonians
Back when they were Vipers, sang then to the Albions

Built myself a Wolf Gate, Never did much alchemy
Catch me in Wolves kitchen with the widow's recipes

Cruisin' down a shore line., sea-sick drinking mead
Wanting to slow down, but LArs is for Ramming Speed

Hey, Forsetti Mountains, home of mighty Bothvar
He is still Lord General - he will live for ever

Down at the Crimson Moon, Anybody waiting?
Beagle and Bothvar Beer, Sambucca Rainbow -ing

Sambucca, I be spelled out, better get a referee

Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from....

[Chorus]
Norsca, in a Live Action world where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
When you're from Norsca

Healers will make you feel brand new
Vollsanger inspires you
Let's hear it for Norsca, Norsca,
Norsca....

Catch me at the Ting with tales and other random thoughts
Shoot, we once were home for a band of Argonauts

You should know I bleed true, but I ain't gonna die just yet
Cos I got a Regen here, and a Lammie as a Vet

Welcome to the war host, Factions where we really rock
Some just Fight like shit, others cheat and run amok

White Wolf, Black Wolf, Dire Wolf, vidrman
For non wolves it ain't fair, they just weren't born as proper men

8 million stories, of heroes strong and fit
All the other factions, half of y'all won't make it

Me, I get to sing my special song "You Bring the Mead"
If I'm playing loudly, a silver's what I need

Four copper to a silver, four silver-gold they say
Cold Iron will lay low any type of Fae

Ritual Circle, scary place they say

Praise be the Wolves Yo, I'm from the Premier Land that's

Norsca, in a Live Action world where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
When you're from Norsca

Healers will make you feel brand new
Vollsanger inspires you
Let's hear it for Norsca, Norsca,
Norsca....

Heimdal, Bragi, mighty Thor and Loki
Frigga, Freyja, Fenris in the pokie

Lined with casualties, who sip to life casually
Better get a healer, or try that new stuff surgery

In the Ritual Circle, better go and ward it
Norscan Winter gets cold, better put some fur on it

Cities are full of sin, it's a pity plots not so fresh
Factions have gone bad, and now we got the Kesh

Bad enough Fir Cruthen, they are just the skirty boys
Tree Hugging algaia, Mercs they just make a noise

Down on the Shield Wall, clanky not a magic user
Bro Joseph can't save you, he's with Unkle jimmy in the boozer

Study in the college, graduating to the high life
Magister, Crafter, addicted to the limelight

That Elder Donald got you feelin' like a champion
But Huginn never sleeps, so remember you are from

[Chorus]

One hand in the air You can't see me,

Candle lights, wall hangings, all lookin' pretty
No place in the world that could compare
Cos your a Live Role Player
Everybody say "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" (c'mon, c'mon)
I'm from...

[Chorus]

Norsca, in a Live Action world where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
When you're from Norsca

Healers will make you feel brand new
Vollsanger inspires you
Let's hear it for Norsca, Norsca,
Norsca....

Have a good Saturday ......
Cheers!