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Hameln 03

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Immagini nelle vicinanze di Germany


A: Hameln 02

di Igor Marx, 40 metri di distanza

Hameln 02

B: Hameln, Munsterbrige

di Sorry, 70 metri di distanza

Hameln, Munsterbrige

C: Hameln, Hafenstrasse

di Sorry, 190 metri di distanza

Hameln, Hafenstrasse

D: Hameln, Europaplatz

di Sorry, 250 metri di distanza

Hameln, Europaplatz

E: Hameln 04

di Igor Marx, 330 metri di distanza

Hameln 04

F: Hameln, Osterstrasse

di Sorry, 330 metri di distanza

Hameln, Osterstrasse


di Steffan Correll, 360 metri di distanza

H: Hameln 01

di Igor Marx, 430 metri di distanza

Hameln 01

I: Hameln 06

di Igor Marx, 480 metri di distanza

Hameln 06

J: Hameln 05

di Igor Marx, 500 metri di distanza

Hameln 05

Questo panorama è stato scattato in Germany

Questa è una vista generale di Germany

Germany? Before the beginning there was Ginnungagap, an empty space of nothingness, filled with pure creative power. (Sort of like the inside of my head.)

And it ends with Ragnarok, the twilight of the Gods. In between is much fighting, betrayal and romance. Just as a good Godly story should be.

Heroes have their own graveyard called Valhalla. Unfortunately we cannot show you a panorama of it at this time, nor of the lovely Valkyries who are its escort service.

Hail Odin, wandering God wielding wisdom and wand! Hail Freya, hail Tyr, hail Thor!

Odin made the many lakes and the fish in them. In his traverses across the lands he caused there to be the Mulheim Bridge in Cologne, as did he make the Mercury fountain, Mercury being of his nature.

But it is to the mighty Thor that the Hammering Man gives service.

Between the time of the Nordic old ones and that of modern Frankfort there may have been a T.Rex or two on the scene. At least some mastodons for sure came through for lunch, then fell into tar pits to become fossils for us to find.

And there we must leave you, O my most pure and holy children.

Text by Steve Smith.

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