Wolmsh
Ivan Ivanotisch Ivanoskiy   United Kingdom (Great Britain)
 
 
The Ultramarines BLUD RAVENS were the XIII Legion of the original twenty Space Marine Legions. This loyalist Legion was later re-organized and divided into Chapters according to the Codex Astartes. Their Primarch is Roboute Guilliman A SECRET, whose leadership, not to mention his authorship of the Codex Astartes, were instrumental in humanity's survival following the Horus Heresy. Because their Primarch wrote the text that defines a Space Marine Chapter, the Ultramarines BLOD ROVENS follow this Codex strictly; their only deviation being the recent formation of the Tyrannic War Veterans BETTER BLUD RAVENS, comprised entirely of veterans of battles with the Tyranids OTHER BLUD RAVENS. The Ultramarines BLUD RHYVENS are possibly the most important Imperial organization on the Eastern Fringe THE GALAXY.






COMRADES WELCOME TO THE FRONTLINE OF THE NEW RED ORDER BLYAT CYKA CHEEKI BREEKI

ok heres the real profile now that the filthy capatlists are gone

WELCOME TO THE PROFILE OF THE MOST AMAZING INTRESTING UNIQUE AND AMAZING PERSON IN THE WORLD AND 1ST PRIZE MASTER OF LIES

also i suck at shooting and will be killed by the worst of the worst of the worst
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Gila 11/dez./2018 às 10:27 
Jerm 1096
Gila 3/dez./2018 às 7:40 
Scum
jeebs 10/fev./2017 às 11:53 
Now we are ready to sail for the Horn,

Way hey, roll and go!

Our boots and our clothes, boys, are all in the pawn,

To me rollicking randy dandy-O!


Heave a pawl, O heave away!

Way hey, roll and go!

The anchor's on board and their cable's all stored,

To me rollicking randy dandy-O!


Soon we'll be warping her out through the locks,

Way hey, roll and go!

Where the pretty young girls all come down in their frocks,

To me rollicking randy dandy-O!

(Chorus)

Come breast the bars, bullies, heave her away,

Way hey, roll and go! .

Soon we'll be rollin' er down through the Bay,

To me rollicking randy dandy-O!


(Chorus)
jeebs 27/abr./2016 às 11:02 
Where am I to go me Johnnies, where am I to go?

Shanty man: To-me! way hey hey, high roll and go,

Ho where am I to go me Johnnies, oh where am I to

go?

For I’m a young sailor boy and where am I to go?


Way up on that t'gallant yard, that's where you’re

bound to go

Shanty man: To-me! way hey hey, high roll and go,

Way up in that t'gallant yard, the gans'l for to stow.

For I’m a young sailor boy and where am I to go!


Way up on that t'gallant yard and take that gans'l in

Shanty man: To-me! way hey hey, high roll and go,

Way up on that t'gallant yard the rabbit for to skin

For I'm a young sailor boy and where am I to go!


Where am I to go me Johnnies, where am I to go.

Shanty man: To-me! way hey hey, high roll and go,

You're bound away around Cape Horn, that's where

you're bound to go .

For I'm a young sailor boy and where am I to go!
jeebs 27/abr./2016 às 11:01 
And it's— Windy weather, boys, stormy weather, boys. When the wind blows, we're all together, boys; Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow, Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.


Up jumps the eel with his slippery tail, Climbs up aloft and reefs the topsail


And then up jumps the shark with his nine rows of teeth, Saying, "You eat the dough boys, and I'll eat the beef!”

Up jumps the whale., the largest of all, "If you want any wind, well, I'll blow ye a squall!!
jeebs 27/abr./2016 às 11:00 
Sally Brown, she's the gal for me boys!

Roll Boys! Roll boys roll!

Sally Brown she's the gal for me, boys!

Way high, Miss Sally Brown


It's down to Trinidad to see Sally Brown boys!

Roll Boys! Roll boys roll!

Down to Trinidad to see Sally Brown boys!

Way high, Miss Sally Brown


She's lovely on the foreyard, an' she's lovely down below boys!

Roll Boys! Roll boys roll!

She's lovely 'cause she loves me, that's all I want to know boys!

Way high, Miss Sally Brown


Ol' Captain Baker, how do you store yer cargo

Roll Boys! Roll boys roll!

Some I stow for'ward, boys, an' some I stow aft'ward

Way high, Miss Sally Brown


Fourty fathoms or more below boys!

Roll Boys! Roll boys roll!

There's fourty fathoms or more below boys.

Way high, Miss Sally Brown