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| − | A song of war, sang by soldiers across the realm, usually as a marching song. The song tells of a young man who was rallied to protect his nation from the forces of the undead, this results in his demise. | + | '''A song of war, sang by soldiers across the realm, usually as a marching song. The song tells of a young man who was rallied to protect his nation from the forces of the undead, this results in his demise. |
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| − | He was just a rookie soldier and he surely shook with fright, | + | *He was just a rookie soldier and he surely shook with fright, |
| − | He checked off his equipment and made sure his shield was tight; | + | *He checked off his equipment and made sure his shield was tight; |
| − | He had to sit and listen to those awful undead roar, | + | *He had to sit and listen to those awful undead roar, |
| − | "You ain't gonna fight no more!" | + | *"You ain't gonna fight no more!" |
(CHORUS) | (CHORUS) | ||
| − | Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, | + | *Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, |
| − | Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, | + | *Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, |
| − | Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, | + | *Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, |
| − | he ain't gonna fight no more! | + | *he ain't gonna fight no more! |
| − | "Is everybody alright?" cried the Sergeant looking up, | + | |
| − | Our Hero feebly answered "Yes," and then they stood him up; | + | *"Is everybody alright?" cried the Sergeant looking up, |
| − | He jumped into the fiery brawl, their shield-wall aligned, | + | *Our Hero feebly answered "Yes," and then they stood him up; |
| − | And he ain't gonna fight no more. | + | *He jumped into the fiery brawl, their shield-wall aligned, |
| + | *And he ain't gonna fight no more. | ||
(CHORUS) | (CHORUS) | ||
| − | He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the horn, | + | *He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the horn, |
| − | He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the others mourn, | + | *He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the others mourn, |
| − | Their cavalry then all spilled out and wrapped around their foes, | + | *Their cavalry then all spilled out and wrapped around their foes, |
| − | And he ain't gonna fight no more. | + | *And he ain't gonna fight no more. |
(CHORUS) | (CHORUS) | ||
| − | The arrow shot into his leg, and axes cracked his shield, | + | *The arrow shot into his leg, and axes cracked his shield, |
| − | A big Ghoul’s claws came in and pulled around the sword he’d wield; | + | *A big Ghoul’s claws came in and pulled around the sword he’d wield; |
| − | This caused him to be downed; then he fell toward to the ground. | + | *This caused him to be downed; then he fell toward to the ground. |
| − | And he ain't gonna fight no more. | + | *And he ain't gonna fight no more. |
(CHORUS) | (CHORUS) | ||
| − | The days he'd lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind, | + | *The days he'd lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind, |
| − | He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind; | + | *He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind; |
| − | He thought about the clerics, and wondered what they'd find, | + | *He thought about the clerics, and wondered what they'd find, |
| − | And he ain't gonna fight no more. | + | *And he ain't gonna fight no more. |
(CHORUS) | (CHORUS) | ||
| − | The carriage was on the spot, horses were running wild, | + | *The carriage was on the spot, horses were running wild, |
| − | The clerics were nowhere to see, ran off as bodies piled, | + | *The clerics were nowhere to see, ran off as bodies piled, |
| − | It had not been a week at least since last a fight was lost, | + | *It had not been a week at least since last a fight was lost, |
| − | And he ain't gonna fight no more. | + | *And he ain't gonna fight no more. |
(CHORUS) | (CHORUS) | ||
| − | It hit the wound, the sound was "SPLAT" his blood went spurting high, | + | *It hit the wound, the sound was "SPLAT" his blood went spurting high, |
| − | His comrades they were heard to say "A hell of a way to die!" | + | *His comrades they were heard to say "A hell of a way to die!" |
| − | He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore, | + | *He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore, |
| − | And he ain't gonna fight no more. | + | *And he ain't gonna fight no more. |
(CHORUS) | (CHORUS) | ||
(slowly, solemnly; about half the speed of the other verses) | (slowly, solemnly; about half the speed of the other verses) | ||
| − | There was blood upon the armor, there were brains along the route, | + | *There was blood upon the armor, there were brains along the route, |
| − | Intestines were a'dangling from his broken guardsman suit, | + | *Intestines were a'dangling from his broken guardsman suit, |
| − | He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots, | + | *He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots, |
| − | And he ain't gonna fight no more | + | *And he ain't gonna fight no more |
| − | Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, | + | *Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, |
| − | Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, | + | *Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, |
| − | Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, | + | *Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, |
| − | And he ain't gonna fight no more! | + | *And he ain't gonna fight no more! |
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Latest revision as of 01:53, 2 April 2020
A song of war, sang by soldiers across the realm, usually as a marching song. The song tells of a young man who was rallied to protect his nation from the forces of the undead, this results in his demise.
- He was just a rookie soldier and he surely shook with fright,
- He checked off his equipment and made sure his shield was tight;
- He had to sit and listen to those awful undead roar,
- "You ain't gonna fight no more!"
(CHORUS)
- Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
- Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
- Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
- he ain't gonna fight no more!
- "Is everybody alright?" cried the Sergeant looking up,
- Our Hero feebly answered "Yes," and then they stood him up;
- He jumped into the fiery brawl, their shield-wall aligned,
- And he ain't gonna fight no more.
(CHORUS)
- He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the horn,
- He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the others mourn,
- Their cavalry then all spilled out and wrapped around their foes,
- And he ain't gonna fight no more.
(CHORUS)
- The arrow shot into his leg, and axes cracked his shield,
- A big Ghoul’s claws came in and pulled around the sword he’d wield;
- This caused him to be downed; then he fell toward to the ground.
- And he ain't gonna fight no more.
(CHORUS)
- The days he'd lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
- He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind;
- He thought about the clerics, and wondered what they'd find,
- And he ain't gonna fight no more.
(CHORUS)
- The carriage was on the spot, horses were running wild,
- The clerics were nowhere to see, ran off as bodies piled,
- It had not been a week at least since last a fight was lost,
- And he ain't gonna fight no more.
(CHORUS)
- It hit the wound, the sound was "SPLAT" his blood went spurting high,
- His comrades they were heard to say "A hell of a way to die!"
- He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore,
- And he ain't gonna fight no more.
(CHORUS)
(slowly, solemnly; about half the speed of the other verses)
- There was blood upon the armor, there were brains along the route,
- Intestines were a'dangling from his broken guardsman suit,
- He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots,
- And he ain't gonna fight no more
- Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
- Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
- Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
- And he ain't gonna fight no more!
