TheAnarchistMuffinA parody of Marty Robbins' Cowboy ballad classic Big Iron (AKA that one song from Fallout: New Vegas), with Warhammer 40k inspired lyrics. Play it when you need to get old-school Inquisitorial. __________________
LYRICS:
To the hive of Aguafrias came a stranger one grim day Hardly spoke to the Arbites, didn't have too much to say No one dared to slit his purse-strings, no one dared to make a slip for the black-clad man among them had a boltgun on his hip Boltgun on his hip
It was early in the morning when he landed at the 'port And he spent his day in houses of a foul and darkling sort He's a heretic from offworld came the whisper from each lip And he's here to weave some chaos with the boltgun on his hip Boltgun on his hip
In this town there lived a ganger by the name of Nocturne Red Many Judges tried to take him and those men of law were dead He was vicious and augmented at the age of one-oh-four And the notches on his laslocks numbered ten and fourscore more Ten and fourscore more
Now the stranger started showing there, to all the folks around A strange brooch of foreign metal, Gothic I in silver bound He came here on bitter business, to leave all the sinners dead And on the list of purge-ed was the name of Nocturne Red The name of Nocturne Red
Wasn't long before the rumors were relayed to Nocturne Red But the ganger didn't worry- he would leave the 'quis'tor dead Ninety men had tried to end him, ninety men had made a slip Ninety one would be the 'quistor with the boltgun on his hip Boltgun on his hip
It was thirty-seven minutes 'fore the 'quistor found his prey They met in a darkened fac'try where the bravest feared to stray Scum were watching from the gantries, mutie creatures held their breath they hoped this holy agent was about to meet his death about to meet his death
There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play And the swiftness of the 'quistor is still talked about today Nocturne Red had not cleared plasteel fore a boltshell fairly tore And the 'quistors aim was blessed by Our Holy Emperor Our holy Emperor
It was over in a moment and the final cleanse began Mutant scum were cut down righteous, brightly burning as they ran For the stranger brought stormtroopers and the Hive had made a slip None escapes the Emperor's 'quistor with a boltgun on his hip Boltgun on his hip
Boltgun, Mars Boltgun
None escapes the Emperor's 'quistor with a boltgun on his hip Boltgun on his hip
Boltgun (Warhammer 40k - Big Iron Parody)TheAnarchistMuffin2017-02-07 | A parody of Marty Robbins' Cowboy ballad classic Big Iron (AKA that one song from Fallout: New Vegas), with Warhammer 40k inspired lyrics. Play it when you need to get old-school Inquisitorial. __________________
LYRICS:
To the hive of Aguafrias came a stranger one grim day Hardly spoke to the Arbites, didn't have too much to say No one dared to slit his purse-strings, no one dared to make a slip for the black-clad man among them had a boltgun on his hip Boltgun on his hip
It was early in the morning when he landed at the 'port And he spent his day in houses of a foul and darkling sort He's a heretic from offworld came the whisper from each lip And he's here to weave some chaos with the boltgun on his hip Boltgun on his hip
In this town there lived a ganger by the name of Nocturne Red Many Judges tried to take him and those men of law were dead He was vicious and augmented at the age of one-oh-four And the notches on his laslocks numbered ten and fourscore more Ten and fourscore more
Now the stranger started showing there, to all the folks around A strange brooch of foreign metal, Gothic I in silver bound He came here on bitter business, to leave all the sinners dead And on the list of purge-ed was the name of Nocturne Red The name of Nocturne Red
Wasn't long before the rumors were relayed to Nocturne Red But the ganger didn't worry- he would leave the 'quis'tor dead Ninety men had tried to end him, ninety men had made a slip Ninety one would be the 'quistor with the boltgun on his hip Boltgun on his hip
It was thirty-seven minutes 'fore the 'quistor found his prey They met in a darkened fac'try where the bravest feared to stray Scum were watching from the gantries, mutie creatures held their breath they hoped this holy agent was about to meet his death about to meet his death
There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play And the swiftness of the 'quistor is still talked about today Nocturne Red had not cleared plasteel fore a boltshell fairly tore And the 'quistors aim was blessed by Our Holy Emperor Our holy Emperor
It was over in a moment and the final cleanse began Mutant scum were cut down righteous, brightly burning as they ran For the stranger brought stormtroopers and the Hive had made a slip None escapes the Emperor's 'quistor with a boltgun on his hip Boltgun on his hip
Boltgun, Mars Boltgun
None escapes the Emperor's 'quistor with a boltgun on his hip Boltgun on his hipScooby-Doo, Where Are You! (1969 Instrumental Theme Song Cover)TheAnarchistMuffin2016-11-19 | Created for a family member's video project, this instrumental cover is in the style of the original 1969 Scooby-Doo, Where Are You! theme song. Featuring live recorded bass, guitar, and tambourine, as well as a bonus guitar solo. Ignore the ad, apparently this cover is close enough to the original it was claimed as copyrighted content automatically.
A song inspired by the Warhammer 40k Cult Mechanicus. Play it the next time your party's Techpriest needs to get pumped before a battle.
For those wondering, the song this is based on is a classic called the Battle Hymn of the Republic. ____________________
LYRICS:
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Mind receptors witness glory from the burning of the flame The fires of the forge are like the trumpets which proclaim Our engines at full power, your destruction is our aim Our Truth has come online
Engage the linkage, Omnissiah (X3) Our Truth has come online
With heat and iron and industry we'll purge you from this world You will sunder, melt, and shatter from the bolts of wrath we've hurled And upon your ruined end, our blood red banners stand unfurled Our Might has come online
Engage the linkage, Omnissiah (X3) Our Might has come online
Traitor, Xeno, Heritech, they are as one to us We will scorch them from existence with our engines devious Our hate for them encoded into every bolt and truss Our Wrath has come online
Engage the linkage, Omnissiah (X3) Our Wrath has come online
Titans striding forward, Ordinatii by the score They are drowning out blasphemers 'neath their great mechanic roar Tradition is our bulwark, it endures forever more Our Victory comes online
Engage the linkage, Omnissiah (X3) Our Victory comes online
Deus est machina (X3) Machina
Engage the linkage, Omnissiah (X3) Our Victory comes online