Thrakkesh
08-01-2007, 02:09 AM
Okay, so it's not with me. I'm bored. DEAL.
Farewell and adieu unto you Witch Elf Ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Khaine!;
For it's we've received orders for to sail for Uluthran,
But we hope very soon we shan't see you again.
Chorus:
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Cosair sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the black seas,
Until we in the strike soundings in the Channel of ol' homeland,
From Naggaroth to war is thirty-five leagues.
Then we hove our ship to the wind at sou'-west, my boys,
We hove our ship to our soundings for to see;
So we rounded and sounded, and got forty-five fathoms,
We squared our main yard, up channel steered we.
Chorus:
Now the first land we made it is called the Wasteland,
Then Ram Head off Kislev, Bret-, Nuln and Mordheim!;
We sailed by Lustria, by Troll Country and Waaghlands!,
Until we came abreast of the South Foreland Light.
Chorus:
Then the signal was made for the grand fleet for to anchor,
All in the downs that night for to meet;
Then it's stand by your stoppers, see clear your shank-painters,
Haul all your clew garnets, stick out tacks and sheets.
Chorus:
Now let every man slay a tough dwarven!,
And let every man slay Khaine's Fill!;
And we'll kill and be bloody and drown melancholy,
Singing, here's a good death to all black-hearted souls.
Chorus:
Thought 1: REALLY hard to retrofit a song without the Warhammer Map.
Thought 2: I get really bored this late.
Farewell and adieu unto you Witch Elf Ladies,
Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Khaine!;
For it's we've received orders for to sail for Uluthran,
But we hope very soon we shan't see you again.
Chorus:
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Cosair sailors,
We'll rant and we'll roar across the black seas,
Until we in the strike soundings in the Channel of ol' homeland,
From Naggaroth to war is thirty-five leagues.
Then we hove our ship to the wind at sou'-west, my boys,
We hove our ship to our soundings for to see;
So we rounded and sounded, and got forty-five fathoms,
We squared our main yard, up channel steered we.
Chorus:
Now the first land we made it is called the Wasteland,
Then Ram Head off Kislev, Bret-, Nuln and Mordheim!;
We sailed by Lustria, by Troll Country and Waaghlands!,
Until we came abreast of the South Foreland Light.
Chorus:
Then the signal was made for the grand fleet for to anchor,
All in the downs that night for to meet;
Then it's stand by your stoppers, see clear your shank-painters,
Haul all your clew garnets, stick out tacks and sheets.
Chorus:
Now let every man slay a tough dwarven!,
And let every man slay Khaine's Fill!;
And we'll kill and be bloody and drown melancholy,
Singing, here's a good death to all black-hearted souls.
Chorus:
Thought 1: REALLY hard to retrofit a song without the Warhammer Map.
Thought 2: I get really bored this late.