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"Bloody Order"
Everything comes to Order.
The forrest is a place of natural chaos.
Skaven and Warmbloods at the border.
The battle begins with a sudden dropping of rocks.
Blood flows freely, blades meeting flesh
Scales break, bones break. Chaos melts.
Skinks forego Javelins, all out, cannot refresh.
There's going to be a new collection of Skaven Pelts.
The battle's over, the dead are counted
We return our dead to the water, the enemies to the beasts.
A reminder, to any who had doubted.
The Lizardmen will remain, we are the ones who Feast.
Everything comes to Order.
The forrest is a place of natural chaos.
Skaven and Warmbloods at the border.
The battle begins with a sudden dropping of rocks.
Blood flows freely, blades meeting flesh
Scales break, bones break. Chaos melts.
Skinks forego Javelins, all out, cannot refresh.
There's going to be a new collection of Skaven Pelts.
The battle's over, the dead are counted
We return our dead to the water, the enemies to the beasts.
A reminder, to any who had doubted.
The Lizardmen will remain, we are the ones who Feast.
"SEASONS"
The gentle Spring, the seeds open to a promise of greatness.
And so do we, spawned by the Old Ones.
The warm Summer, strong and many grow the branches of Lustria.
And so do we, blessed by the Old Ones.
The melancholic Autumn, fall the leaves blown by first cold winds.
And so do we, in the wars of the Old Ones.
The harsh winter, it freezes the ground and life sleeps away.
And so do we, in the dreams of the Old Ones.
Until Spring will come again.
The gentle Spring, the seeds open to a promise of greatness.
And so do we, spawned by the Old Ones.
The warm Summer, strong and many grow the branches of Lustria.
And so do we, blessed by the Old Ones.
The melancholic Autumn, fall the leaves blown by first cold winds.
And so do we, in the wars of the Old Ones.
The harsh winter, it freezes the ground and life sleeps away.
And so do we, in the dreams of the Old Ones.
Until Spring will come again.
“The Introspective Dread Saurian”
Cold Ones and Carnosaurs journeyed forth with joyful maw,
Carrying gifts towards a certain one’s jaw.
Yeah, a certain someone’s birthday was underway,
Waking muscles stirring away.
His senses aflame,
Mind a-tamed.
Indeed, this Dread Saurian heard his query,
Feeling the air’s frantic delivery.
And yet, his eyes turned sky-ward,
Thoughts burned in-ward.
Memories vividly playing,
Emotions laying out.
Crack, crack, tumble, tumble, CRASH
Yeah, ten-thousand years upon thousands more he has lived
Seen all the jungle had to throw upon him,
Rainy weekends too!
Though boredom did fall like the rain,
Relentlessly pelting upon his scales,
Not the freedom of a young’un,
Nor the fun
Hal was but only a weakling,
Yet the excitement of a Fly,
Flying out her freedoms and fun,
Annoying all but herself
Snap, Snap, CRASH
His bulk mightier than mountains,
Trees trembling on count,
Endless strength abound,
Yet he was as free as a cloud!?
Though the jungle remains steadfast,
His mind mingles with a blast,
So many distant worlds
Only one ancient mind
Therein, perhaps, lies his own fun.
Crash, crash, TUMBLE
At least, it was only his hope they bring a XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXL Talisaurus pizza instead of cake for the two-hundredth-tenth time.
"The Saurian"
Below me black open space, stars ablaze.
I look at these walls around me, longing for a jungle's gentle breeze.
The sunlight pierces onto my scales, but lacking in the warmth of open air.
The price of this loss in battle stole my world,
A world I long for.
The hunts, the battles, the grand Temple Cities, lost.
The darkness stole it away, the never ending foe. Like Dusk is to Dawn we battled, ever rising again even in defeat.
The Everchosen marches, darkness becomes black, the soul of a world broken under his foot.
The soliders of light beginning to dim, to the stars we look.
In the stars new worlds, new hope, new light shown bright.
Stars become our weapons, suns our energy.
The darkness crumbles, the darkness prepares, but like the moon, we come full circle.
Fangs, Claws and Star Weapons we clash with the darkness, the light never fading
Below me black open space, stars ablaze.
I look at these walls around me, longing for a jungle's gentle breeze.
The sunlight pierces onto my scales, but lacking in the warmth of open air.
The price of this loss in battle stole my world,
A world I long for.
The hunts, the battles, the grand Temple Cities, lost.
The darkness stole it away, the never ending foe. Like Dusk is to Dawn we battled, ever rising again even in defeat.
The Everchosen marches, darkness becomes black, the soul of a world broken under his foot.
The soliders of light beginning to dim, to the stars we look.
In the stars new worlds, new hope, new light shown bright.
Stars become our weapons, suns our energy.
The darkness crumbles, the darkness prepares, but like the moon, we come full circle.
Fangs, Claws and Star Weapons we clash with the darkness, the light never fading
"They Came Upon a Midnight Clear"
They came upon a midnight clear
Plague they brought and also fear
In Quetza started a rumbling
The city trembled by their tunneling
Rat-men did from the ground arise.
A countermeasure came, by Slann’s advice
This was foreseen in the plaques of Chaqua
So a plan was forged to save Quetza.
Tehenhauin stormed the hordes of filthy rat
With a force, of which in strength, it met.
Calling on the name of Sotek
Offering rats in a massive bloodshed.
Forth came the Serpent God to aid
His followers. Many rats he slayed
Pursuing them until the last he will wreck
“Praised be the name of Sotek”
-Red-crested skink bard-
They came upon a midnight clear
Plague they brought and also fear
In Quetza started a rumbling
The city trembled by their tunneling
Rat-men did from the ground arise.
A countermeasure came, by Slann’s advice
This was foreseen in the plaques of Chaqua
So a plan was forged to save Quetza.
Tehenhauin stormed the hordes of filthy rat
With a force, of which in strength, it met.
Calling on the name of Sotek
Offering rats in a massive bloodshed.
Forth came the Serpent God to aid
His followers. Many rats he slayed
Pursuing them until the last he will wreck
“Praised be the name of Sotek”
-Red-crested skink bard-
"The First Return"
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The spear and javelin that pierce
The claw and tooth the enemy fears
The magic flames that make them burn
They come at them
The First return.
The clubs and hammers, the metal glove
The rocks and meteors hit from above
The bolts are hurled from between the fern
There's no escape
The First return
The shield protects, but also smashes
The flames turn enemies to ashes
The tides of battle start to turn
Order prevails
The First return
The minds that guide the force to war
What Chaos destroyed they will restore
The peace for which the Realms do yearn
It is in reach
The First return
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The spear and javelin that pierce
The claw and tooth the enemy fears
The magic flames that make them burn
They come at them
The First return.
The clubs and hammers, the metal glove
The rocks and meteors hit from above
The bolts are hurled from between the fern
There's no escape
The First return
The shield protects, but also smashes
The flames turn enemies to ashes
The tides of battle start to turn
Order prevails
The First return
The minds that guide the force to war
What Chaos destroyed they will restore
The peace for which the Realms do yearn
It is in reach
The First return
"Chameleon Skink"
Green
Leaves and creeping vines
Rustling branches, filtered light
Yellow
The glowing cities, rimmed with gold
The shining sun, growing old
Blue
Hard stone and running river
Dark sky and distant mountains tinged with silver
Red
The high up voices and battle cries
Feathers and scales and blood and eagle eyes
Flickering
Twitching
Scales ever changing
He crawls under leaves and brush
Whisper, rustle, hiss and hush
Scales ever changing
Flickering - wavering
Into the background, colours fade
The chameleon watches, drifting away
Green
Leaves and creeping vines
Rustling branches, filtered light
Yellow
The glowing cities, rimmed with gold
The shining sun, growing old
Blue
Hard stone and running river
Dark sky and distant mountains tinged with silver
Red
The high up voices and battle cries
Feathers and scales and blood and eagle eyes
Flickering
Twitching
Scales ever changing
He crawls under leaves and brush
Whisper, rustle, hiss and hush
Scales ever changing
Flickering - wavering
Into the background, colours fade
The chameleon watches, drifting away
"Skaven Beware"
Run away you skaven blight.
Or be prepared for a fight.
Send your troops behind our flank.
And we will just close our rank.
Ratling Gunners shoot all around.
But Terradons shoot them without a sound.
Rat Ogres charge through the trees.
But our Kroxigors bring them to their knees.
Gutter Runners sneak behind.
But our Chameleons could find them blind.
Our priests pray to the Old Ones.
Who in turn bless the Cold Ones.
The Bastiladon fires a fateful blast.
That has killed many Skaven in the past.
A Stegadon rears up in it's rage.
And the Skaven dead are too high to fit on a page.
Run away you skaven blight.
Or be prepared for a fight.
Send your troops behind our flank.
And we will just close our rank.
Ratling Gunners shoot all around.
But Terradons shoot them without a sound.
Rat Ogres charge through the trees.
But our Kroxigors bring them to their knees.
Gutter Runners sneak behind.
But our Chameleons could find them blind.
Our priests pray to the Old Ones.
Who in turn bless the Cold Ones.
The Bastiladon fires a fateful blast.
That has killed many Skaven in the past.
A Stegadon rears up in it's rage.
And the Skaven dead are too high to fit on a page.
They come in force. Chaos Marches Once Again:
A low hazy jungle mist blanketed the darkness
Every passing minute, every second counts. The Slann left with one option.
A cool chill hanging in the crisp dusk air.
To call to ancient beyond power, the Old One’s wraith incarnate, Tepoks guardian. The coatl.
The beat of warhorses’ hooves shaking the darkness
“Why do you wake me, Why do you come, Young one.”
The snarl of the horse’s nostrils breathing out the fury of their riders
“I Smell Your fear” “The Slann Do not fear. I am immortal.”
The Fog pierced by Chaos’s Chosen, Pierced by the cries of their mighty beasts.
“To not fear is foolish. To not fear me is foolish.”
Torn asunder and left behind like the memories of their former identities
“For I am the Old Ones fury, I AM THE JUNGLES WRAITH.”
Now warped and twisted, now puppets to the ruinous powers
“Why do you seek my Authority? Why do you seek my counsel? Child."
Fury beyond reckoning, Temple cities left in devastation armies slain in their wake
“They come with Fury Beyond Reckoning, Our Temple cities left in devastation armies slain in their wake.”
Leaving the jungle ablaze with dancing flames of fury
“Leaving the jungle ablaze with dancing flames of fury, Our jungle, The Old Ones jungle.
"They Come in force. Chaos Marches Once Again."
They Come in force. Chaos Marches Once Again.
"The Lonely Darkness"
Freezing gusts of air blew,
Harsh and fierce,
Scales shaking; fear so anew,
Trembling commenced.
Miku the Cold One rested,
The cave her own barrier,
The elements a mere dream,
And yet the harrowing breezes...
They whipped and cried throughout,
Thoughts waning and intensifying,
Feelings burning the flare of fire,
The darkness enshrouding her still.
Woe had traveled with words spoken,
Her only sister taken,
Taken to some distant lands far away,
Freedom carrying Hal along.
And Miku laid in cave entrapped,
Pondering the costs of it all:
Free and wild like the breezes?
Slapping upon scales with pain?
For adventure and freedom bears a price,
Many dangers none can suffice,
Responsibilities pouring without care,
Spilled were Miku’s worries.
She wept for Hal and the future,
Desired memories from the past,
Darkness embracing in a nurture,
Harsher were the cold winds still.
Freezing gusts of air blew,
Harsh and fierce,
Scales shaking; fear so anew,
Trembling commenced.
Miku the Cold One rested,
The cave her own barrier,
The elements a mere dream,
And yet the harrowing breezes...
They whipped and cried throughout,
Thoughts waning and intensifying,
Feelings burning the flare of fire,
The darkness enshrouding her still.
Woe had traveled with words spoken,
Her only sister taken,
Taken to some distant lands far away,
Freedom carrying Hal along.
And Miku laid in cave entrapped,
Pondering the costs of it all:
Free and wild like the breezes?
Slapping upon scales with pain?
For adventure and freedom bears a price,
Many dangers none can suffice,
Responsibilities pouring without care,
Spilled were Miku’s worries.
She wept for Hal and the future,
Desired memories from the past,
Darkness embracing in a nurture,
Harsher were the cold winds still.
"Animals and Machines"
Cogs and wheels, ever turning
Steam and smoke, the fires ever burning
Joint by joint, limb by limb
The beast awakens, the monster lives
Built and lead, moving forwards
Towards a goal, with a purpose
Joint by joint, step by step
The beast awakens, the monster lives
Hardened edges, sharpened claws
Blazing eyes and rigid jaw
Joint by joint, empty head
The beast awakens, the monster lives
Slashing blades, bodies fall
Bearing teeth, the battle call
Joint by joint, kill by kill
The beast awakens, the monster lives
Cogs and wheels, tugging onward
Powered eternally, pushing forwards
living , breathing, monster - beast
Raging animal and cold machine
Cogs and wheels, ever turning
Steam and smoke, the fires ever burning
Joint by joint, limb by limb
The beast awakens, the monster lives
Built and lead, moving forwards
Towards a goal, with a purpose
Joint by joint, step by step
The beast awakens, the monster lives
Hardened edges, sharpened claws
Blazing eyes and rigid jaw
Joint by joint, empty head
The beast awakens, the monster lives
Slashing blades, bodies fall
Bearing teeth, the battle call
Joint by joint, kill by kill
The beast awakens, the monster lives
Cogs and wheels, tugging onward
Powered eternally, pushing forwards
living , breathing, monster - beast
Raging animal and cold machine
"The Wonder of a New World"
Startled was the young Hal
Uttered freely among all:
‘This is the Old World’
“Mahrlect!”
Forth taken from her home
Lost, begging for all dear
Flying away, the warmth inside
She was a Cold One afterall.
Though free from captivity
Her fears still strangle
Yet, she marveled on high
Beauty embraced o’er her.
Indeed, did trees’ leaves fly
Drifting, dancing through air
On her, much thinking settled:
"These are such amazing children!”
The leaves, now crinkled and aged
Young blows of turbulent gusts
Up, up, and away off they were
Children dancing farewells mid-air.
Such splendor made Hal the Cold One shout:
“The wonder of a new world!”
Startled was the young Hal
Uttered freely among all:
‘This is the Old World’
“Mahrlect!”
Forth taken from her home
Lost, begging for all dear
Flying away, the warmth inside
She was a Cold One afterall.
Though free from captivity
Her fears still strangle
Yet, she marveled on high
Beauty embraced o’er her.
Indeed, did trees’ leaves fly
Drifting, dancing through air
On her, much thinking settled:
"These are such amazing children!”
The leaves, now crinkled and aged
Young blows of turbulent gusts
Up, up, and away off they were
Children dancing farewells mid-air.
Such splendor made Hal the Cold One shout:
“The wonder of a new world!”
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