The Adamant Corps
Do you wish to know who truly held the line at the start of the Necromancer Wars? There are beings alive today who will soil themselves should they hear the hymn of the Adamant Corps opposing them in battle.
Your arrows could block out the sun,
Your spikes could pierce our feet,
Your fires burn us to the bone,
But still we won't retreat.
And though we may meet Death this day,
We will not know defeat—
So say'th the Gods of war!
Chorus
Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die
Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die
Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die
And you ain't gonna fight no more.
We've fought upon the shattered lands
Where ancient titans fell,
We'll made a pyre of your bones
And drag you to the hells.
We’ve carved our song in blood and flame—
Our story no-one can quell
Now listen to our lore!
Chorus The drums did play, the pipes did sound,
The church bells filled the street,
They marched us out with iron pride
And fire beneath our feet.
Each soul who bore our colors swore
To never know defeat—
And so we march this day to war!
Chorus When Captain Jarn lost both his eyes,
He led us in a charge,
He laughed and swung his axe around
Slaying foe small and large.
He died upon a pile of corpses—
Bigger than a barge—
His stand still lives on in lore.
Chorus Sweet Mira rode with sword in hand
her lion by her side
She broke the line of devil-spawn
And turned the battles tide
She vanished in a blood-red mist—
But never truly died
Her blades still guard our Corps
Chorus There was Red Thorin of the plains,
Who fought with blade and grin,
He held the bridge for three full days
For our retreating kin.
He fell with seven spears inside—
But we count that a win,
The valley contained thousands more.
Chorus Old Sister Quinn, the Iron Nun,
Could cleave and weave a spell,
She’d preach and smite with equal might
Until the day she fell.
She died upon a fortress wall—
Dragged fifty wights to hell,
Some say her spirit guards the door
Chorus Stone Evard bore a tower shield
As wide as castle doors,
He stood against a a mountain giant,
and forced him to the floor.
As boulders rained down from the sky—
He cried "Send forty More!"
He got what he asked for
Chorus Black Elsa rode a pale-white horse
With songs upon her breath,
Her arrows sang with storm and flame,
A gift of destined death
She loosed into a dragons eye,
and fell with its last breath
Now we call her old Eyesore!
Chorus ... I'm sure you get the picture. There are over 100 verses of varying accuracy, and probably countless more belted out in bars and taverns across the land, and I will not record them all here. Needless to say the Adamant Corps lives on in legend to this day. I will leave you with the traditional last verse, that is usually used to close the night in military taverns the world over So raise your glass for all who stood,
and all still yet to come.
From frozen crags to desert sands,
until the fight is won
And though we still have breath this night,
Our death will someday come.
Who knows what future lies in store.
Your spikes could pierce our feet,
Your fires burn us to the bone,
But still we won't retreat.
And though we may meet Death this day,
We will not know defeat—
So say'th the Gods of war!
Chorus
Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die
Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die
Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die
And you ain't gonna fight no more.
We've fought upon the shattered lands
Where ancient titans fell,
We'll made a pyre of your bones
And drag you to the hells.
We’ve carved our song in blood and flame—
Our story no-one can quell
Now listen to our lore!
Chorus The drums did play, the pipes did sound,
The church bells filled the street,
They marched us out with iron pride
And fire beneath our feet.
Each soul who bore our colors swore
To never know defeat—
And so we march this day to war!
Chorus When Captain Jarn lost both his eyes,
He led us in a charge,
He laughed and swung his axe around
Slaying foe small and large.
He died upon a pile of corpses—
Bigger than a barge—
His stand still lives on in lore.
Chorus Sweet Mira rode with sword in hand
her lion by her side
She broke the line of devil-spawn
And turned the battles tide
She vanished in a blood-red mist—
But never truly died
Her blades still guard our Corps
Chorus There was Red Thorin of the plains,
Who fought with blade and grin,
He held the bridge for three full days
For our retreating kin.
He fell with seven spears inside—
But we count that a win,
The valley contained thousands more.
Chorus Old Sister Quinn, the Iron Nun,
Could cleave and weave a spell,
She’d preach and smite with equal might
Until the day she fell.
She died upon a fortress wall—
Dragged fifty wights to hell,
Some say her spirit guards the door
Chorus Stone Evard bore a tower shield
As wide as castle doors,
He stood against a a mountain giant,
and forced him to the floor.
As boulders rained down from the sky—
He cried "Send forty More!"
He got what he asked for
Chorus Black Elsa rode a pale-white horse
With songs upon her breath,
Her arrows sang with storm and flame,
A gift of destined death
She loosed into a dragons eye,
and fell with its last breath
Now we call her old Eyesore!
Chorus ... I'm sure you get the picture. There are over 100 verses of varying accuracy, and probably countless more belted out in bars and taverns across the land, and I will not record them all here. Needless to say the Adamant Corps lives on in legend to this day. I will leave you with the traditional last verse, that is usually used to close the night in military taverns the world over So raise your glass for all who stood,
and all still yet to come.
From frozen crags to desert sands,
until the fight is won
And though we still have breath this night,
Our death will someday come.
Who knows what future lies in store.
Thanks, I am going to have that tune in my head all night. Great song lyrics!
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Excellent, that means the plan is working... Thanks as always for the read.