Fot (Old Norse: Fotr) was a runemaster who flourished in mid-11th century Sweden. He is sometimes known as Foto.
Most early medieval Scandinavians were probably literate in runes, and most people probably carved messages on pieces of bone and wood. However, it was difficult to make runestones, and in order to master it one also needed to be a stonemason. During the 11th century, when most runestones were raised, there were a few professional runemasters. Fot was active as a runemaster in southern Uppland during the late Viking Age. His work is representative of the runestone style known as the Urnes style. This runestone style is characterized by slim and stylized animals that are interwoven into tight patterns. The animal heads are typically seen in profile with slender almond-shaped eyes and upwardly curled appendages on the noses and the necks.
Fot is prominent among the known runemasters as the leading representative of the classic Uppland or Urnes runestone style, and has been called the most artistic of the runemasters of that time. A salient trait is the care with which he chose the stones, how he treated the surface of them, the harmonious ornamentation and the evenly chiseled and firmly designed runes. He is also noted for the consistency of his use of the punctuation mark × between the words in his runic inscriptions. Only a few runestones were signed by Fot. Rundata lists the following inscriptions in Uppland as having Fot's signature: U 167 in Östra Ryds, U 177 in Stav, U 268 in Harby, U 464 in Edeby, U 605 in Stäket, U 638 in Mansängen, U 678 in Skokloster, and U 945 in Danmark. An additional 40 runestones can be attributed to him based upon stylistic analysis.
Fotö is an island and a locality situated in Öckerö Municipality, Västra Götaland County, Sweden with 620 inhabitants in 2010. It is connected to the island of Hönö with bridge.
Fót is a town in Pest county, Hungary.
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Need to gather all the pieces and to center my thoughts
Visualize you close to me
Cos you know baby I can't see you through a dark night
Such a fine line that you walk
Rain keeps pouring acid on my skin
And my soul turns into metal
She has turned this bed into a tomb
And brought death right through to me
I have stayed in your solar lights
Stayed so long that I'm too blind
Way too blind to see myself
Way too weak that I could tell
I have never felt a rain like this before
Never thought that I could drown in you
Stayed too long in your solar lights
Such a beautiful shade in a beautiful lie
All the city lights and answers in the halos they form
Such a sad sad sight to see
I have seen her in a portrait of a dark light
Such a fine line that she walks
I have shattered pages but remembered
Thanks to her I'm made of metal
She has took this soul for a ride
But it's way too late for me
Drops of pain rain down
Don't let me drown
I have stayed in your solar lights
Stayed so long that I'm too blind
Way too blind to see myself
Way too weak that I could tell
I have never felt a rain like this before
Never thought that I could drown in you
Stayed too long in your solar lights
Such a beautiful shade in a beautiful
Why don't you kill me?
Take a little more
Why don't you scream when I drown in you?
(Oh God I've) stayed too long in your solar lights