|  | 
|  27.12.2013, 11:00 | #11 | 
| Король |  Re:  Запрещунцы | 
| 
				For when he sings in the dark it is the voice of Death crackling between fleshless jaw-bones. He reveres not, nor fears, nor sinks his crest for any scruple. He strikes, and the strongest man is carrion for flapping things and crawling things. He is a Lord of the Dark Places, and wise are they whose feet disturb not his meditations. (Robert E. Howard "With a Set of Rattlesnake Rattles")
			 | |
|   |   |