March of Cambreadth

Well, it looks like our friend on the East Coast made out alright. Its nice to have a little bit of *good* news now and again.

Jack was... interesting after writeing that last post. I was in the other room reading a book (Starship Troopers - good yarn if you can find it) when suddenly the main room was awash in the sound of bagpipes and a rather angry sounding singer.

The song was The March of Cambreadth - and while it appears Goethe didn't have to do much in the way of the song's tag line I thought I'd share it.

Well, thats not really honest. My homework today was to either transcribe the lyrics, or find them online, and then figure out how to share the song.

So...

Here we go.

Lyric:
Axes flash, broadsword swing,
Shining armour's piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield,
Fight Those Bastards till They Yield
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Follow orders as you're told,
Make Their Yellow Blood Run Cold
Fight until you die or drop,
A Force Like Ours is Hard to Stop
Close your mind to stress and pain,
Fight till You're No Longer Sane
Let not one damn cur pass by,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Guard your women and children well,
Send These Bastards Back to Hell
We'll teach them the ways of war,
They Won't Come Here Any More
Use your shield and use your head,
Fight till Every One is Dead
Raise the flag up to the sky,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

Dawn has broke, the time has come,
Move Your Feet to a Marching Drum
We'll win the war and pay the toll,
We'll Fight as One in Heart and Soul
Midnight mare and blood red roan,
Fight to Keep this Land Your Own
Sound the horn and call the cry,
How Many of Them Can We Make Die!

(repeat first verse)

The song can be heard at this link: The March of Cambreadth