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Event intraguilde en Hyperborea

  • Auteur de la discussion DeletedUser15911
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DeletedUser15911

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Du tout, juste un réconfortant constat sur nos capacités cognitives, inaltérables...
 

DeletedUser16895

Guest
Aha...

Bon, et cette couronne en chocolat, la veux-tu ? (ou bien je la mange ? ^^)




Et pour en revenir à la question d), la réponse était la chanson "Gunman" qui date de 2000

"Now the race is on the run, so look out for your man
Try to catch him in the woods, and kill him if you can
Come on play the game, and catch the man
This is your aim, so do what you can

Now the race is on the run, so look out for our girl
Try to catch her in the woods, and take her if you can
Come on play the game, and catch the girl
That is your aim, so do what you can

I see with the eyes of the hunter, no one can escape
I am a devil of a gunman, for you it is too late


Now the race is on the run, I am looking out for you
I catch you in the woods, and kill you if we meet
Come on play the game, and fight for life
This is the game, where I will survive

I see with the eyes of the hunter, no one can escape
I am a devil of a gunman, for you it is too late
"
 
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DeletedUser15911

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Tu traduis gunman par guerrier ? C'est plutôt warrior non ?
:p
 

DeletedUser16895

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Oui c'est vrai ^^

Mais je pouvais difficilement écrire "je suis un p**** de bon tireur" : premièrement c'est pas très correct (c'est censé être un texte poétique...) et deuxièmement, j'ai trouvé que "guerrier" collait mieux avec le poème en général et les vers 12 et 13 en particulier...

Z'avez d'autres remarques ? :cool2:
 
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DeletedUser15911

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Ah mais si c'est une licence poétique je comprends mieux...
 

DeletedUser15911

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Déjà si longtemps depuis cet évent interne... aujourd'hui nous en fêtons un autre : les quatre ans de la guilde (ci-dessous la signature officielle que je vais conserver quelques temps...).
 

DeletedUser16895

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Et pour l'occasion, une p'tite chanson...

Revue et corrigée à la sauce hyperboréenne, bien sûr

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of steel and slavery
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the cimmerian bells has begun

Along the Long Road to the Mountain of Power
Will we meet there, at the dawn of the cult ?

There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small snakes trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay

The steppe was greener
The horse was riding
Falcons on hunting
And wind in our hair


Looking beyond the embers of cities burning behind us
To a glimpse of how bloody it was on the other side
Let's crush our enemies and see them driven before us
And hear the lamentations of their women

At a higher altitude with flags unfurled
We reached the misty heights of that dreamed world
Enfilled forever by desire and ambition
There's a blood thirst still unsatisfied
Our steps lead us straight to the horizon
Through this road we've been so many times

The steppe is dying
Dead horses on fire
The sky is reddening
Of steel and power
With snakes surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
Doom's day is coming
The endless blood river...



 
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DeletedUser16895

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Une autre ? (elle a été facile à trouver, celle-là :cool2:)

Off through the new day's mist, I crawl
Out from the new day's mist, I have come
I hunt
Therefore I am
Harvest the land
Taking of the fallen lamb

Off through the new day's mist, I crawl
Out from the new day's mist, I have come

We shift
Pulsing with the earth
Company we keep
Roaming the land while you sleep

(shape shift) Fangs to the wind

(shape shift) Feeling I've been
(move swift) All senses clean
(earth's gift) Back to the meaning of life

Bright is the moon high in starlight
Chill is the air cold as steel tonight
We shift
Call of the wild
Fear in your eyes
It's later than you realized

(shape shift) Fangs to the wind

(shape shift) Feeling I've been
(move swift) All senses clean
(earth's gift) Back to the meaning of life

I feel a change
Back to a better day

(shape shift)
Scales stand on the back of my neck
(shape shift)
In wildness is the preservation of the world

So seek the snake in thyself

(shape shift) Fangs to the wind

(shape shift) Feeling I've been
(move swift) All senses clean
(earth's gift) Back to the meaning of snake and man !!
 
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DeletedUser16895

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Et "Fear of the Dark" by Doom

He is a man who walks alone
And when he's walking a dusty road
At night or sneaking through the Maul
When the snake begins to fall
He sometimes feels a little strong
A little anxious when speaking of ... infinity

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
You have a constant fear that Set is always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
You have a phobia that Doom's minions are always there

Have you run your fingers down the handle
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you're searching for the brawl ?
Sometimes when you're scared to take a ruby
At the statue on the altar
You've sensed that something's watching you


Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
You have a constant fear that Set is always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
You have a phobia that Doom's minions are always there
 
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