Art, Graphics, Smileys

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  1. Nekro

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    I found some old school horror/vampire smileys, they don't make them like this no more..... You find something cool just post it here :D

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    omg so cute :D ty
     
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    Here's a cute smiley for Nalbandcoria, i know he loves masturbation jokes :D

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    These are killer, you can do funny stuff with them:

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    A cute sperm:

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    And i made this Rob Halford double jerkoff gif:lulz1:It's from The Green Manalishi which is a Fleetwood Mac cover:
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    I'll add some to the standard smilies later. :clap:
     
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    Thanks a lot BB :dance3::drums:
     
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    This is a cool poem by Arany János, The Bards of Wales, Lawrence Huxham, a Welsh guy, learnt Hungarian proly and visited Hungary many times, influenced by the poem, he has lots of great videos on youtube he made in Hun. (Dalriada made a whole album full of Arany János poems turned into songs, Lawrence made many Dalriada covers with his mandola) .

    Here's Lawrence Huxham shooting with hun bow :D



    Here's his channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCiXgu46b5q_J35goYpgevRQ


    This is the poem:


    John Arany

    The bards of Wales' (English)

    King Edward scales the hills of Wales
    Upon his stallion.
    "Hear my decree! I want to see
    My new dominion.

    "Show me the yield of every field,
    The grain, the grass, the wood!
    Is all the land now moist and rich
    With red rebellious blood?

    "And are the Welsh, God's gift, the Welsh,
    A peaceful, happy folk?
    I want them pleased, just like the beast
    They harness in the yoke."

    "Sire, this jewel in your crown,
    Your Wales, is fair and good:
    Rich is the yield of every field
    The grassland and the wood.

    "And, Sire, the Welsh, God's gift, the Welsh,
    So pleased they all behave!
    Dark every hut, fearfully shut
    And silent as the grave."

    King Edward scales the hills of Wales
    Upon his stallion.
    And where he rides dead silence hides
    In his dominion.

    He calls at high Montgomery
    To banquet and to rest;
    It falls on Lord Montgomery
    To entertain the guest:

    With fish, the meat, and fruit so sweet,
    To tease the tongue, the eyes,
    A splendid spread for a king to be fed
    A lordly enterprise.

    The waiters file with the best this Isle
    Can grow in drink and food,
    And serve the fine Bordeaux and Rhine
    In gracious plentitude.

    "Now drink my health, you gentle sirs,
    And you, my noble host! You Sirs...
    Welsh Sirs... you filthy curs,
    I want the loyal toast!

    "The fish, the meat you served to eat
    Was fine and ably done.
    But deep inside it's hate you hide:
    You loathe me, every one!

    "Well, then, you sirs, you filthy curs,
    Who will now toast your king?
    I want a bard to praise my deeds,
    A bard of Wales to sing!"

    They look askance with a furtive glance,
    The noblemen of Wales;
    Their cheeks turn white in deadly fright,
    As crimson anger pales.

    Deep silence falls upon the halls,
    And lo, before their eyes
    They see an old man, white as snow,
    An ancient bard to rise:

    "I shall recite your glorious deeds
    Just as you bid me, Sire."
    And death rattles in grim battles
    As he touches the lyre.

    "Grim death rattles, the brave battles,
    And blood bestains the sun,
    Your deeds reek high, up to the sky:
    You are the guilty one!

    "Our dead are plenty as the corn
    When harvest is begun,
    And as we reap and glean, we weep:
    You did this, guilty one!"

    "Off to the stake!" the king commands,
    "This was churlishly hard.
    Sing us, you there, a softer air,
    You, young and courtly bard!"

    "A breeze so soft, does sweetly waft
    Where Milford Haven lies,
    With wailing woes of doomed widows
    And mournful maidens' cries.

    "Maiden, don't bear a slave! Mother,
    Your babe must not be nursed!" ...
    A royal nod. He reached the stake
    Together with the first.

    But boldly and without a call
    A third one takes the floor;
    Without salute he strikes the lute,
    His song begins to soar:

    "Our brave were killed, just as you willed,
    Or languish in our gaols:
    To hail your name or sing your fame
    You find no bard in Wales!

    "He may gone,' but his songs live on -
    The toast is `King beware!'
    You bear the curse - and even worse -
    Of Welsh bards everywhere."

    "I'll see to that!" thunders the King,
    "You spiteful Welsh peasants!
    The stake will toast your every bard
    Who spurns my ordinance!"

    His men went forth to search the North,
    The West, the South, the East,
    And so befell, the truth to tell,
    In Wales the famous feast. -

    King Edward fled, headlong he sped
    Upon his stallion,
    And in his wake a blazing stake:
    The Welsh dominion.

    Five hundred went singing to die,
    Five hundred in the blaze,
    But none would sing to cheer the king
    The loyal toast to raise.

    "My chamberlain, what is the din
    In London's streets so late?
    The Lord Mayor answers with his head
    If it does not abate!"

    Gone is the din; without, within
    They all silently creep:
    "Who breaks the spell, goes straight to hell!
    The King can't fall asleep."

    "Let drum and fife now come to life
    And let the trumpets roar,
    To rise above that fatal curse
    That haunts me evermore!"

    But over drums and piercing fifes,
    Beyond the soldiers' hails,
    They swell the song, five hundred strong,
    Those martyred bards of Wales. (*)



    (*)Although doubted by scholars, it is strongly held in the oral tradition that King Edward I of England had five hundred bards executed after his conquest of Wales in 1277, lest they incite the Welsh youth to rebellion by reminding them in their songs of their nation's glorious past. Janos Arany.

    Arany wrote this poem when the Austrian Emperor Franz Joseph first visited Hungary after he defeated it in its 1848-49 War of Independence. Originally he was asked to write a poem to praise the Emperor.

    Zollman Péter
    Source of the quotation Peter Zollman
     
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    ^ Cool. Nice to see tales of my home country being spread around the continent.

    Did you know that there is a welsh speaking enclave in Argentina? Patagonia
     
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    Yes haha, that poem is not only compulsory reading here, you have to learn a few stanzas by heart at school :D

    I remembered something, now read up on it. It's great those people wanted to save their culture and that the movement got new life!!!!! People like this Lawrence Huxham guy are real treasures, he put up some Welsh songs too sung in his native language, it sounds great!!! There are vids where he's watching Welsh footie match in a bar and they sing the Welsh anthem, so cool :D. He also knows lots of Hungarian bands, actually i got to know some of them through him!!! I also like his Welsh perspective on my country's politics, very cool and enlightening. I mean not only to my culture but also to the Welsh one.
     
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    My boy Lawrence Huxham is a neverending source of delight :yahoo::good:Here he's singing Hungarian songs (sometimes he's just playing along with his mandola) and i gotta say his voice is very good!!!! You can hear that someone is a great artist when his/her voice is like an instrument and he's got a voice like that!!!! :pompoms: Now during his performance he goes off-key 1or 2 times but that's just 'cause of the lack of practice, but the performances are great anyway :D :heart:

    And his pronunciation is great!!!

    One of the band members of Szkítia thanked him in the comments for covering their song :D

    HAHAHAHA and I tot loved Lawrence's "Szebb jövőt" Jobbik greeting in the comments under the Kárpátia song:lulz1:




    And one of his usual mandola covers without singing:

     
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    Here's my glorious artwork about CD being haunted by his trolls :lulz1:

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    Petőfi Sándor
    (1823–1849)

    One thought (English)

    One thought keeps going round my head:
    The thought of dying in my bed!
    Slowly withering like some overblown
    Flower the greenfly gnaws and makes his own;
    Wasting away like an old candlestick
    In a deserted room, grown pale and sick.
    Dear God, devise as nemesis
    Any cruel death for me but this!
    O let me be a tree by lightning blasted,
    Twisted by hurricanes, by wild winds wasted;
    Or let me be a cliff the loud storms batter
    And hurl into the vale below to shatter...–
    Once every nation now in chains,
    Grown weary of its yoke, regains
    Its self-respect, cheeks flushed and banners red,
    One undefiled word fluttering overhead,
    That word Liberty
    Chanted incessantly,
    Chanted across the globe from east to west,
    There, where the tyrant, dares to raise his crest,
    There, where guns resound,
    Let my corpse be found,
    There let my young heart drain its blood away,
    And should I have one last word still to say
    Let it be lost in din and clash of steel
    In cannon’s roar and trumpet’s loud appeal,
    Let my body be
    Trodden by cavalry
    Their horses blowing, hot with triumph wrung
    From death and leave me broken in the dung,
    Let my scattered bones be still disjointed
    Until the day for burial be appointed,
    When in ceremonial order, flags of mourning grace
    The long processions at funereal pace,
    And all dead heroes find a common plot
    Who with sacred Liberty threw in their lot.
     

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