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Urheilu

Ainoa Ruotsissa tunnettu kansainvälinen urheilulaji on jääkiekko, mutta se onkin Ruotsissa suosittua; tilastojen mukaan Ruotsissa on maailman eniten ruotsalaisia jääkiekkoilijoita. Vuoden 2005–2006 talviolympialaisissa Ruotsin jääkiekon maajoukkue voitti kuitenkin rajanaapurinsa Suomen, koska Suomalaiset eivät halunneet voittaa ihannoimaansa Ruotsia.


Ei saa unohtaa ruotsalaisten perinnettä, joka on antiikin kreikasta kotoisin. Sen nimi on ruotsalainen showpaini, jossa joukko rasvattuja uroksia pienissä ja tiukoissa alushousuissa hyppii toistensa päällä ja makailee toistensa päällä mitä ihmeellisimmissä asennoissa. Ruotsalaisen Showpainin pahin hyökkäys on takatyöntö kahdella pyörähdyksellä, josta moni hetero mies on pyörtynyt tai vaihtoehtoisesti yrjönnyt kissan päälle, joka säikähti ja repi herransa silmät irti.

Vittuuuuuu....

I gain energy from your attack
Feed on the venom you spew
I find destiny in the certainty of death
Turning what you say against you

The beginning, found within the end
Triumph bringing a sense of loss

Chaosweaver
From the shadows you hide
In defiance
You are hollow inside

In your assault I find nourishment
Your verbal weapons inspire me
All that you throw at me gives comfort
In this continual dance of eternity

The beginning, found within the end
Triumph bringing a sense of loss

Chaosweaver
From the shadows you hide
In defiance
You are hollow inside
Chaosweaver
You're the poisonous wine
Words of venom
Casting pearls before swine

Weave the end of time
It's slipping away from you
Away from your soul
In your last abide, awaken inside
And realize

Chaosweaver
From the shadows you hide
In defiance
You are hollow inside
Chaosweaver
You're the poisonous wine
Words of venom
Casting pearls before swine
Chaosweaver
From the shadows you hide
In defiance
You are hollow inside


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7byR1HgSqA0

Suosittelen kuuntelemista :'DD

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Näin se siis loppuu...

Warlock: You'll most often attack your enemy indirectly with painful corruption, afflictions and curses, while your demon pet imp or succubus finishes them off. If you need extra help, you can easily summon friends with the power of the souls you have collected. And if that isn't enough, you get to ride a special Warlock-only felsteed!


http://www.quizrocket.com/wow-class-quiz

Oh baby here comes the sound!
I took a train outta New Orleans and they shot me full of ephedrine.
This is how we like to do it in the murder scene.
Can we settle up the score?


If you were here I'd never have a fear.
So go on live your life.
But I miss you more than I did yesterday.

You're beautiful!

Well I'm a total wreck and almost every day.
Like the firing squad or the mess you made.
Well don't I look pretty walking down the street.
In the best damn dress I own?


If you were here I'd never have a fear.
So go on live your life.
But I miss you more than I did yesterday.
You're so far away.
So c'mon show me how.
'Cause I mean this more than words can ever say.

Some might say we are made from the sharpest things you say
We are young and we don't care.
Your dreams and your hopeless hair.
We never wanted it to be this way.
For all our lives.
Do you care {at all}?

If you were here I'd never have a fear.
So go on live your life.
But I miss you more than I did yesterday.
You're so far away.
So c'mon show me how.
'Cause I mean this more than words can ever say.

All the hell we must sail
For the shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller
Than the God we once believed in
Till the butcher and his crown
Raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes
That haunt Tobacco Island

'Twas 1659 forgotten now for sure
They dragged us from our homeland
With the musket and their gun
Cromwell and his roundheads
Battered all we knew
Shackled hopes of freedom
We're now but stolen goods
Darkens the horizon
Blackened from the sun
This rotten cage of Bridgetown
Is where I now belong

All the hell we must sail
For the shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller
Than the God we once believed in
Till the butcher and his crown
Raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes
That haunt Tobacco Island

Red leg down a peg
Blistered burns the soul
The floggings they're a plenty
But reasons there are none
Our backs belong to landlords
Where branded is there name
Paid for with ten shillings
Cheap labor never breaks
The silver moon is shinin'
Cools the copper blood
Where the livin' meet the dead
And together dance as one

All the hell we must sail
For the shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller
Than the God we once believed in
Till the butcher and his crown
Raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes
That haunt Tobacco Island

Agony, will you cleanse this misery?
For it's never again I'll breathe
The air of home
From this sandy edge
The rolling sea breaks my revenge
With each whisper a thousand waves
I hear roar
I'm coming home

Dark is the horizon
Blackened by the sun
This rotten cage of Bridgetown
Is where I now belong

All the hell we must sail
For the shores of sweet Barbados
Where the sugar cane grows taller
Than the God we once believed in
Till the butcher and his crown
Raped the land we used to sleep in
Now tomorrow chimes of ghostly crimes
That haunt Tobacco Island

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
Five hundred years like Gelignite
Have blown us all to hell
What savior rests while on his cross we die
Forgotten freedom burns
Has the Shepard led his lambs astray
to the bigot and the gun

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
'Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies

I watch and stare as Roisin`s eyes
Turn a darker shade of red
And the bullet with this sniper lie
In their bloody gutless cell
Must we starve on crumbs from long ago
Through bars these men made steel
Is it a great or little thing we fought
Knelt the conscience blessed to kill

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
'Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies

Ah, but maybe it`s the way you were taught
Or maybe it`s the way we fought
But a smile never grins without tears to begin
For each kiss is a cry we all lost
Though nothing is left to gain
But for the banshee that stole the grave
'Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies

I sit in and dwell on faces past
Like memories seem to fade
No colour left but black and white
And soon will all turn grey
But may these shadows rise to walk again
With lessons truly learnt
When the blossom flowers in each our hearts
Shall beat a new found flame

Must it take a life for hateful eyes
To glisten once again
'Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies
'Cause we find ourselves in the same old mess
Singin' drunken lullabies
Singin' drunken lullabies

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MIKS HOEN TOTA!!! >.<!

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vittu....