Blood upon the Armor
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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(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!
