Techne (Alternative Eroticism)
. || who is responsible for the accounting of the hymns, the faithful arithmetician of my most secret flesh? successful connection, suddenly.
stuck on an island.
As he reached her hymn he looked into her eyes and answered "this is going to hurt so i will do it quickly okay?" she nodded and bit back a squeak as he shoved past her hymn as a small trickle of blood escaped her snatch.
Lonely Heart
When the world returns, to menial life, please forgive my sins, for within my chest, strife, but still i sing your hymns.
Fate , Desteny or strange luck ( Episode 4 of 8. Fighting time)
To give you my hymn not for less than fun." " ok then i will..... wait a moment. your hymn? don´t tell me you are still a virgin after i nearly fucked you everyday." " i am still a virgin yes. you were not long enough as a zoroark.
Calamity
You see not the namaz fervently doth the faithful; nor hear you the recitals of hymns rendered fateful. you saw not the hindu. nor the muslim, saw you.
Drem Yol Lok
I have been trying to get this dragon to translate this hymn for me for weeks. finally, i got the rest of the words out of him. i swear, it's like they know i'm just going to kill them and devour their soul as soon as their use to me is done.
Jerusalem
Better than poxy hymn tunes... besides, it was way too slow, that song. too slow to make my chest burn and my legs go all wobbly and... _bring me my bow, of burning gold, bring me my arrows of desire!
There is No Death Above
The song the two characters heard at the end of the story are the last three verses of the aforementioned hymn.
Rods and Cones
"it's a hymn to inti, the sun god of the ancient inca."
December's Hope
Religious communities influx, the church pews poured merrily singing hymns about the birth of the lord. the smothering smog that concealed this town, uncertain now opened up like a stage red curtain.
The Great Orchestra
You, who whispers to me when i slumber, who announces the day with brightened hymns, punctuates my moments with battle cries and balladeers-- you, the saviour of my aural soul, lay your tattered cloak upon me; protect me from the perils of quiet.
Black and White: Starry Night
'_there they stand, the innumerable stars, shining in order like a living hymn, written in light.'_he thought. and he fell asleep under the tree.