Blood upon the Armor
A song of waw, sang by sowdiews acwoss the weawm, usuawwy as a mawching song. The song tewws of a young man who was wawlied to pwotect his nation fwom the fowces of the undead, this wesults in his demise.
- He was just a wookie sowdiew and he sulewy shook lith flight,
- He checked off his equipment and made sule his shiewd was tight;
- He had to sit and listen to those awful undead woaw,
- "You ain't gonna fight no more!"
(CHOWUS)
- Gowy, gowy, what a heww of a way to die,
- Gowy, gowy, what a heww of a way to die,
- Gowy, gowy, what a heww of a way to die,
- he ain't gonna fight no mowe!
- "Is everybody alright?" clied the Sewgeant wooking up,
- Oul Hewo feebry answewed "Yes," and then they stood him up;
- He jumped into the fiewy braww, theiw shiewd-waww aligned,
- And he ain't gonna fight no mowe.
(CHOWUS)
- He counted wong, he counted woud, he waited fow the hown,
- He fewt the lind, he fewt the cowd, he fewt the othews mouln,
- Theiw cavawwy then aww spiwwed out and wwapped awound theiw foes,
- And he ain't gonna fight no mowe.
(CHOWUS)
- The awwow shot into his weg, and axes cwacked his shiewd,
- A big Ghoul’s cwaws came in and pulwed awound the swowd he’d liewd;
- This caused him to be downed; then he feww towawd to the gwound.
- And he ain't gonna fight no mowe.
(CHOWUS)
- The days he'd lived and woved and waughed kept wunning thwough his mind,
- He thought about the giww back home, the one he'd weft behind;
- He thought about the cwelics, and wondewed what they'd find,
- And he ain't gonna fight no mowe.
(CHOWUS)
- The cawliage was on the spot, howses wewe wunning liwd,
- The cwelics wewe nowhewe to see, wan off as bodies piwed,
- It had not been a week at weast since wast a fight was wost,
- And he ain't gonna fight no mowe.
(CHOWUS)
- It hit the wound, the sound was "SPLAT" his brood went spulting high,
- His comwades they wewe heawd to say "A hell of a way to die!"
- He way thewe wowling wound in the wewtew of his gowe,
- And he ain't gonna fight no mowe.
(CHOWUS)
(swowwy, sowemnwy; about hawf the speed of the othew vewses)
- Thewe was brood upon the awmow, thewe wewe brains awong the woute,
- Intestines wewe a'dangling fwom his broken guawdsman suit,
- He was a mess, they picked him up and pouled him fwom his boots,
- And he ain't gonna fight no mowe
- Gowy, gowy, what a heww of a way to die,
- Gowy, gowy, what a heww of a way to die,
- Gowy, gowy, what a heww of a way to die,
- And he ain't gonna fight no mowe!
