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Darekill
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Zweibrücken
Oct 2002 time: 06:25
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The Battlesong:
Just a little warsong that our brave Ansar sing.
We rode in the morning,
Arnablanca to the west.
from the Dreizack Jungle outskirts leading down to old Leon.
For Mohammed and Borconia
We had taken up our swords
For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons.
For the ashes of our fathers and the children of our sons.
In the dry winds of summer
We were sharpening the blades.
We were riding to act upon the promise we had made.
With the fist and the dagger,
with the Spikeball on a chain,
We will suffer no intrusion from the infidels of Spain.
We will suffer no intrusion from the infidels of Spain.
We could wait no more,
In the burning sands on the ride to old Leon.
Like the dogs of war,
For the future of this land on the ride to old Leon.
Though they were waiting,
And they were fifty to our ten,
They were easily outnumbered by a smaller force of men.
As the darkness was falling
They were soon to realize,
We were going to relive upon their godforsaken lives.
We were going to relive upon their godforsaken lives.
We could wait no more,
In the burning sands on the ride to old Leon.
Like the dogs of war,
For the future of this land on the ride to old Leon.
We rode in the morning,
Arnablanca to the west.
from the Dreizack Jungle outskirts leading down to old Leon.
For Mohammed and Borconia
We had taken up our swords,
For the edges of our fathers and the children of our sons.
For the edges of our fathers and the children of our sons.
to be sung to the melody of the song: "The Ride To Agadir" by Mike Batt.
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Darekill
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Zweibrücken
Oct 2002 time: 06:25
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Oh boy!
I congratulate you on defeating some of our decoy troops.
It was mostly Veterans of the Lux Wars that were willing to go to battle one last time and to die in honour before their life ends without beeing able to fight. They felt dishonoured by the Luxians who avoided fighting at all. Nevertheless those guys must have come to age and were probably no match for your well trained regular troops.
We tried to hold them back and stand in the second row becaus we knew something like that could happen but they were so eager to go to war we could not hold them back. At least they are in paradise now because they fought and died proud and in a wariors way. Mind you, however many ND-Warriors you might slay there will be two comming up behind them to avenge them.
Just you wait when our Ansar-warriors do the job. there wont be no holding up songbooks this time.
Last edited by Darekill on 28-07-2003 at 10:24
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History Guy
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Reads too many books...
Oct 2001 time: 23:25
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Eeeeee-heeeee-heeee. You can say that again, Big Free.
Watch this Arab sing! (pokes Arab prisoner with hot iron poker)
"Jubilate! Jubilaaaate! Jubliate Domino! Jubilaaaa-aaaate! Jubilaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaa-aaaaaate! Jubilate Domino!"
What did I tell you?
Dr. Pinch, the thumb-screw and hot iron poker salesman
Last edited by History Guy on 28-07-2003 at 20:29
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