I'm very proud of the lyrics to this older tune of mine:
We're living in the nighttime rain
Trying to find a way back home
Take the candle from my hand
Blow out the light
I will never follow you
Or take you back for reason
I will turn away from it all
I will let you down
Things have never felt this way
Like they were before
Caught the mouth , Hide the pain
Take me back my enemy
Things have never felt this way
Like they were before
Caught the mouth , Hide the pain
Take me back my enemy
We're living in the nighttime rain
Trying to find a way back home
Take the candle from my hand
Blow out the light
Stuck inside your molten mind
Your essence slowly fading
No words and no fears
Time will find you weeping
Things have never felt this way
Like they were before
Caught the mouth , Hide the pain
Take me back my enemy
Things have never felt this way
Like they were before
Caught the mouth , Hide the pain
Take me back my enemy
And if you are chasing the weak
Our path will surely reconnect
Time will come for you my friend
Since you have lost your way
(Extra scrapped lyrics)
And you may lose your conscious
And if you are running astray
Make sure to hide the way
(continuation:)
Things have never felt this way
Like they were before
Caught the mouth , Hide the pain
Take me back my enemy
Things have never felt this way
Like they were before
Caught the mouth, Hide the pain
Take me back my enemy
Enemy
Enemy
Enemy
Shut enemy
Enemy
Enemy
Enemy
My enemy
It will be released, hopefully this year!
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Åland national anthem
I
Landet med tusende öar och skär,
danat ur havsvågors sköte.
Åland, vårt Åland, vår hembygd det är.
Dig går vår längtan till möte!
Forngravars kummel i hängbjörkars skygd
tälja din tusenårs saga.
Aldrig förgäta vi fädernas bygd,
vart vi i fjärrled än draga
vart vi i fjärrled än draga
II
Skönt är vårt Åland när fjärdar och sund
blåna i vårljusa dagar,
ljuvt är att vandra i skog och i lund,
i strändernas blommande hagar.
Midsommarstången mot aftonröd sky
reses av villiga händer,
ytterst i utskärens fiskareby
ungdomen vårdkasar tänder
ungdomen vårdkasar tänder
III
Skönt är vårt Åland när vågsvallet yr
högt mot de mäktiga stupen
när under stjärnhimlen kyrkfolket styr
över de islagda djupen.
Ryter än stormen, i stugornas ro
spinnrocken sjunger sin visa
minnet av barndomens hägnande bo
sönerna lyckligast prisa
sönerna lyckligast prisa.
IV
Aldrig har åländska kvinnor och män
svikit sin stam och dess ära;
ofärd oss hotat, men segervisst än
frihetens arvsrätt vi bära.
Högt skall det klinga, vårt svenska språk,
tala med manande stämma,
lysa vår väg som en flammande båk,
visa var vi äro hemma
visa var vi äro hemma
1
[ˈlanː.dɛt meː(d) ˈtʉː.sɛn.dɛ ˈøː.ar ɔ(kː) ɧæːr]
[ˈdɑː.nat ʉːr ˈhɑːvs.voː.ɡɔʂː ˈɧøː.tɛ]
[ˈoː.lɑnd voːrt ˈoː.lɑnd voːr ˈhɛm.bʏɡːd deː(t) æːr]
[d(ɛ)i ɡoːr voːr ˈlɛŋ.tan tɪl ˈmøː.tɛ]
[ˈfuːɳ.ɡrɑː.vaʂː ˈkʉm.mɛl iː ˈhɛŋː.bjœːrː.kaʂː ɧʏɡːd]
[ˈtɛlː.ja dɪn ˈtʉː.sɛ.nɔʂː ˈsɑː.ga]
[ˈal.dri fœr.ˈjɛː.ta viː ˈfɛː.dər.nas bʏɡːd]
[ˈvart viː iː ˈfjæːr.leːd ɛnː ˈdrɑː.ga]
[ˈvart viː iː ˈfjæːr.leːd ɛnː ˈdrɑː.ga]
2
[ɧœnt æːr voːrt ˈoː.lɑnd næːr ˈfjæːr.dar ɔ(kː) sɵnd]
[ˈbloː.na iː ˈvoːrl.jʉː.sa ˈdɑː.gar]
[jʉvt æːr atː ˈvan.dra iː skuːɡ ɔ(kː) iː lɵnd]
[iː ˈstrɛn.dər.nas ˈblʊm.man.dɛ ˈhɑː.gar]
[ˈmiːd.sɔm.mar.ˌstɔŋ.ɛn muːt ˈaf.ton.røːd ɧyː]
[ˈreː.sɛs ɑːv ˈvil.li.ga ˈhɛn.dər]
[ˈʏt.tɛʂːt iː ˈʉːt.ɧæː.rɛns ˈfis.ka.rɛ.ˌbʏ]
[ˈʉŋ.doː.mɛn ˈvoːrd.kɑː.sar ˈtɛn.dər]
[ˈʉŋ.doː.mɛn ˈvoːrd.kɑː.sar ˈtɛn.dər]
3
[ɧœnt æːr voːrt ˈoː.lɑnd næːr ˈvoːɡs.val.lɛt yːr]
[hœgt muːt diː ˈmɛk.ti.ga ˈstʉː.pən]
[næːr ˈɵn.dɛr ˈɧæːɳ.him.lɛn ˈkʏrk.fɔl.kɛt styːr]
[ˈøː.vær diː ˈis.lɑːɡ.da ˈjʉː.pən]
[ˈrʏː.tər ɛnː ˈstɔr.mən iː ˈstʉː.goː.ɳas roː]
[ˈspɪnː.rɔk.kɛn ˈɧɵŋː.ɛr sɪn ˈviː.sa]
[ˈmin.nɛt ɑːv ˈbɑːɳ.doː.məns ˈhɛŋ.nan.dɛ buː]
[ˈsøː.nɛr.na ˈlʏkː.li.ɡast ˈpriː.sa]
[ˈsøː.nɛr.na ˈlʏkː.li.ɡast ˈpriː.sa]
4
[ˈal.dri(g) hɑːr ˈoː.lɛnd.ska ˈkvin.nʊr ɔ(kː) mɛn]
[ˈsviː.kɪt sɪn stam ɔ(kː) dɛs ˈæː.ra]
[ˈoː.fɛːrd ɔs ˈhoː.tat mɛn ˈseːɡɛr.vɪst ɛnː]
[ˈfriː.heː.tɛns ˈarvs.rɛtː viː ˈbæː.ra]
[hœgt skal deː(t) ˈkliŋː.a voːrt ˈsvɛn.ska sproːk]
[ˈtɑː.la meː(d) ˈmɑː.nan.dɛ ˈstɛm.ma]
[ˈlʏː.sa voːr vɛːɡ sɔm ɛnː ˈflam.man.dɛ boːk]
[ˈviː.sa vɑːr viː ˈæː.roː ˈhɛm.ma]
[ˈviː.sa vɑːr viː ˈæː.roː ˈhɛm.ma]
I
Tuhannen saaren ja luodon maa,
Syntynyt syvältä aaltojen alta
Ahvenanmaa, meidän Ahvenanmaa, kotimme se on
Me kaipaamme tavata
Muinaisia hautoja koivujen alla
Kertoo tuhannen vuoden historiastamme
Emme koskaan unohda isiemme maata
Ei ole väliä minne menemme
Ei ole väliä minne menemme
II
Ihana on Ahvenanmaamme lahdilla ja salmilla
Tule siniseksi kevään kirkkaina päivinä
On ihana vaeltaa metsässä ja lehdessä
Ranniememme kukkaisilla pelloilla.
Juhannusauvasta illan punaiselle taivaalle
Nostetaan halukkailla käsillä
Kauimpana kalastajakylässä
Nuoret sytyttävät majakat
Nuoret sytyttävät majakat
III
Ihana on Ahvenanmaamme, kun aaltojen vaahto
pyörii mahtavaa jyrää vasten
Kun kirkon ihmiset ohjaavat tähtien alle
Meren jäisten syvyyksien yli
Jopa myrskyn pauhuessa mökkien rauhassa
Pyörivän pyörän laulu lauletaan
Muisto rakastavasta lapsuudesta on
Pojat ylistivät onnellisesti
Pojat ylistivät onnellisesti
IV
Älä koskaan ole Ahvenanmaan naisia ja miehiä
Heittäkää heimonsa kunnia alas
Sodankäynti uhkasi meitä, mutta voitollisesti
Meillä on vapauden perintö
Äänekkäästi se kuulostaa, ruotsin kielemme
Kutsuvalla äänellä puhuttu
Valaise polkumme kuin liekkien merkintä
Näytä meille, mihin kuulumme
Näytä meille, mihin kuulumme
I
The land of thousand islands and skerries,
Born from deep beneath the waves
Åland, our Åland, our home it is
Thee we long to meet
Ancient graves beneath the birches
Tells of our thousand year history
We will never forget the land of our Fathers
No matter where we will go
No matter where we will go
II
Lovely is our Åland when bays and straits
Become blue in the bright days of spring
It's delightful to wander in forest and grove
In the flowered fields of our shores.
Midsummer pole to evening red sky
Is raised by willing hands
Farthest out in the skerry fisher village
Beacons are lit by the young
Beacons are lit by the young
III
Lovely is our Åland when the froth of waves
is whirling against the mighty precipice
When the church folks steer beneath the stars
Over the icy depths of the sea
Even when storm roars, in the cottages' peace
The song of the spinning wheel is sung
The memory of loving childhood is
Happily praised by the sons
Happily praised by the sons
IV
Never have Ålandic women and men
Let the honour of their tribe down
Warfare threatened us, but victoriously yet
We carry the heritage of freedom
Loudly shall it sound, our Swedish language
Spoken with an urging voice
Enlighten our path like a sea mark of flames
Show us where we belong
Show us where we belong
Close
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I saw @apersonwholikeslotus share some stuff about their ghosts au, and it inspired me to share a little bit more about the ghosts au I’ve been working on myself for well over a year now 💕. Big thank you to @ifindus and @nordickies as well as my friend Third over on discord for helping me out with this AU.
Ghosts, a hetalia AU.
ÅLAND/GERMANY: alive
In this AU, Linnea (Åland) & Ludwig (Germany) take Alison & Mike’s rolls. A young couple who move into a Manor House after a very far off relative of Linn’s passes away. After an accident, Linnea is left with the ability to see ghosts, unlike Ludwig who cannot.
DENMARK: 800s
A Viking arriving in britain right before the Danelaw began. Mathias never actually made it to battle, he tripped and fell onto his axe before he got there. Mathias is the oldest of the ghosts, but he doesn’t speak much English besides a few words he’s picked up overtime. Interestingly, he has an extreme reaction whenever someone mentions him helmet not having horns on it. Mathias likes to upkeep his Viking traditions, and forces Linnea to run a bath for him to sit in every week. Mathias has the ghostly ability to be able to touch and move things with enough effort.
NYO SCOTLAND: 1300s
An overly opinionated woman for her time, Bonnie was married off to a wealthy Danish man when she was young. The pair didn’t get along, she found him intolerable, and fucking stupid. Bonnie was poisoned by her husband on their trip down to the north of england. The second oldest ghost after Mathias, but the two struggled to interact with one another. Bonnie can be seen very faintly in photographs.
FAROE ISLANDS: 1400s
Gyða is the ghost I personally consider to have the most tragic backstory. The daughter of a king, and his servant mistress who had been stolen from her home. Gyða grew up never knowing who her dad was, and believing her existence was pointless. She was raised a servant, and threw her out of the highest window of the house on her 20th birthday. Gyða becomes good friends with Bonnie, who in her death helps her find her worth, which allows her to make peace and move on. Gyða’s voice can be heard by humans so long as she shouts/screams/laughs loud enough. She falls from the highest window in the house every night, recreating her death.
NYO FRANCE: 1536
A wealthy Tudor woman, heavily inspired by Anne Boleyn. Marianne was a mistress of Henry VIII between Boleyn and Seymour. She was beheaded after being accused of treason. Her ghost body can never find her head, but she does have the ability to float. She had a strong friendship with Cornwall, a pirate ghost who died not too long after her, who made peace before Linnea and Ludwig moved in.
NORWAY: 1662-1663
Aksel moved to britain alongside his family as a travelling band. They settled into a village, but were not very trusted or popular because of their pagan beliefs. When accused of witchcraft, aksel was the only one of his family who did not manage to escape and sail off to Iceland. He was burnt at the stake. He becomes best friends with Denmark after being harassed by the Viking. But he winds up learning old Norse from being unable to escape him. The two stick together like glue, aksel is more thankful for Mathias than he lets on. When stood close to Aksel you feel extremely hot.
SWEDEN: 1814
A figure of the Swedish government, Björn is in England to discuss the Sweden-Norway war and possible unification of the countries, along side his son. After a heated argument between him and his son, who will live on to become an infamous fictional serial killer in Sweden, he suffocates Björn in his sleep using his pillow. When we meet björn, he has no idea who killed him, and takes intense pride in his son. Björn likes to fill Aksel in on the “current” political system of Scandinavia (though, it is now very outdated). Björn has the ability to fiddle with lighting.
ENGLAND: WWII
What can I say? Cap is my favourite character. And the design is already made for me! I think Arthur was shot dead. He, similar to cap, had a lover who left the station to fight in the war. He makes peace and moves on when his former crush comes back to visit the house, and when Linnea goes out to talk to him, Arthur finds out his love was reciprocated.
FINLAND: 1986
The youngest of the ghosts! Aino was in britain on holiday, taking a tour of the old manor. She gets distracted by something, and in an attempt to hurry and reconnect with the group, they cross a frozen lake, which breaks and they die of hypothermia in the water. Aino herself is actually a relative of Linnea, her auntie who she never got to meet. Aino becomes an unexpected friend to Arthur, being the newest ghost the pair of them team up to try and get to the bottom of how the rest of the ghosts passed away. Aino is the opposite of aksel, when you stand too close to her, you feel colder.
There is more I could touch upon, but here you go!! My ghosts au, which I’ve been wanting to share for way too long now. You can probably spot all the ways I took inspo from the og show.
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