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 Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2006 6:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 8:38 pm
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Evil Ted Brigit the slave child Aten Man(Tune: "Irish Soldier Laddie")
Have you heard Atenveldt Invasion?
Atenveldt Invasion
Chorus:
Young folks, old folks, every man and each come
See the Atenveldter landin' on the beach
He's not wearing any clothes, he's covered all in hair
And worse than that he isn't wearin any underwear!
Once upon a time in a kingdom far away
A ship was wrecking in Calafia's bay
It sank right down, men and mast and sail
And only the king's monkey lived to tell the tale.
The monkey came ashore and wandered all around,
Wandered through the valleys, wandered through the towns
He came to a revel hall, more dead than alive:
The Caidans thought an invasion had arrived!
[chorus]
The crowd screamed and scrambled, caught by surprise
Climbing the curtains, throwing pillows o'er their eyes
Cried a willowy laurel with a cry that was heart-felt:
"He's big and strong and hairy, he must be from Atenveldt!"
He's not wearing any clothes--whatever can it mean?
It's the rudest thing that I have ever seen!
A duchess said to the kingdom castallan,
"You can tell he's not Caidan: no Elizabethians!"
[chorus]
The whole crowd was terrified, petrified with fear
That the Atenveldt invasion finally was here
God help the kingdom, save us from this fate!
Run away and hide yourself before it is too late!
The monkey saw the revel feast and jumped for the food
With no table manners he was really rather rude
The crowd gasped with horror at the aweful sight
He eats with both hands--he's an Atenveldter knight!
[chorus]
The monkey ambled round all tired, stiff, and sore
All the Caidans scrambled for the door
The politics got heavy and the rumor spread around:
The Atenveldter's gonna be a-fighting for the crown!
But then the revel hall got quiet as could be
When up called the seneschall "can't you plainly see?
Hide your wives and daughters and prepare for fire and sword:
It's not an Atenveldter it's a member of the hoarde!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 7:02 am
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Brigit the slave child Evil Ted Brigit the slave child Aten Man(Tune: "Irish Soldier Laddie") Have you heard Atenveldt Invasion? Atenveldt Invasion "He's big and strong and hairy, he must be from Atenveldt!"
--he's an Atenveldter knight![chorus]
6'6", bearded, buff, hairy...yep. |
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 1:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 1:28 pm
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Evil Ted Brigit the slave child Evil Ted Brigit the slave child Aten Man(Tune: "Irish Soldier Laddie") Have you heard Atenveldt Invasion? Atenveldt Invasion "He's big and strong and hairy, he must be from Atenveldt!"
--he's an Atenveldter knight![chorus] Oddly enough I know a knight like this... 6'6", bearded, buff, hairy...yep.
Yeah, but this one was a monkey. |
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Not-So-Sweet Transvestite
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 3:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 9:23 pm
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Neko_Bast ZellyKat Ajina I love it! I just watched it three times in a row. The first time, I was paying attention to the slideshow, not so much the words. The second time, I was singing quietly to myself, reading the lyrics. The third time I was singing louder, wierding out my classmates... tee hee... they were especially disturbed when I kept singing, over and over and again, "how many of them can we make die"... *snickersnort* I knew I had heard that song! We've sang it at our camp ^-^ I liked it so much i put on my myspace ^-^
Ours too, at our post-battle boasting ritual. |
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Not-So-Sweet Transvestite
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 1:17 am
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The Rising of the Star
Tune: The Rising Of The Moon
Oh, now tell me folk in Atenveldt, now have ye heard it said,
That the sun upon your banner has now turned to bloody red?
We're comin' from the Southlands, ye don't know who we are.
We're the folk from Ansteorra by the rising of the Star!
By the Rising of the Star,
By the Rising of the Star,
We're the folk from Ansteorra
By the Rising of the Star.
Oh, now many a foe has tried us, on many a bloody field,
But precious few have killed us, because we never yield.
We've got powder for our cannons, grape shot, and boilin' tar.
We're your friends from Ansteorra by the rising of the star!
By the Rising of the Star,
By the Rising of the Star,
We're your friends from Ansteorra
By the Rising of the Star.
Now, the Ansteorran summers are seven months in length.
The rivers lose their waters and the fighters lose their strength.
With swooning in the tourney, and fainting in the war,
We long for cool November by the rising of the Star!
By the Rising of the Star,
By the Rising of the Star,
We long for cool November
By the Rising of the Star.
Now, the Ansteorran ladies will make ye lovely wives,
But check their skirts and bodices, they always carry knives!
They say this iron-mongery their beauty will not mar,
They'll thrill you or they'll kill you by the rising of the Star!
By the Rising of the Star,
By the Rising of the Star,
They'll thrill you or they'll kill you
By the Rising of the Star.
Oh, the Ansteorran children are ever so polite,
Don't turn your backs upon them 'cause the little buggers bite!
Their cunning none surpasses, you know that they'll go far,
They're the heirs of Ansteorra, by the rising of the Star!
By the Rising of the Star,
By the Rising of the Star,
They're the heirs of Ansteorra
By the Rising of the Star.
Now, the bards of Ansteorra are very long of wind,
Their verses have no rhythm and their stories never end.
A tune they cannot carry in a bucket or a jar,
But they'll revel until daylight and the rising of the Star!
By the Rising of the Star,
By the Rising of the Star,
We'll revel until daylight
By the Rising of the Star.
Oh, we're just psychotic killers, we like to maim and gunch,
Don't pack us any baskets, we'll just eat your dead for lunch!
We're brothers of the Normans and daughters of the Czars,
We're your friends from Ansteorra by the rising of the Star!
By the Rising of the Star,
By the Rising of the Star,
We're the folk of Ansteorra
By the Rising of the Star.
It's one of the more well known songs we have, but nobody seems to know who wrote it. But we all love it.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2006 1:21 am
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Ansteorra Remains
By LD. Cianan O'Domhnaill
We come from a kingdom called Ansteorra,
we've traveled afar to fight in a war.
Our fighters and bards at night we did revel,
for tomorrow, on the field, they all may die.
chorus
In a kingdom to the east we call Meridies,
two armies converge, many are slain.
To the Victor is glory, vivat to our King.
The battle is over, ANSTEORRA REMAINS.
A cry of war from black and gold,
with sword and shield, set forth, advance.
Trimaris stand fast we come for you.
For honour and glory, Ansteorra, lay on.
chorus
Across the field, Trimaris is waiting,
their numbers are many, they thirst for war.
They come with shield wall and fire in their eyes,
With sword in hand, we heed the call.
chorus
This day the sun sets, and we return home.
For Kingdom we fought, for Kingdom we died.
Weary and tired and many in pain,
and still we return to fight again.
In a kingdom to the east we call Meridies,
two armies converge, many are slain.
To the Victor is glory, vivat to our King.
The battle is over, ANSTEORRA REMAINS.
In a kingdom to the east we call Meridies,
two armies converge, many are slain.
To the Victor is glory, vivat to our King.
The battle is over, ANSTEORRA REMAINS.
Now Gulf War is over, ANSTEORRA REMAINS
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2006 12:06 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2006 6:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 6:57 pm
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I don't know if I know any of either, but I DO have something my sister and I had fun singing at the top of our lungs around camp.... It's called... drum roll please..! *crickets chirp* nevermind... Anywho, 'tis called "I Sing Of Dead Bunnies"
I SING OF DEAD BUNNIES
-Anonymous, but Moonwulf started it!
tune: "Sweet Betsy From Pike"
I sing of dead bunnies, and burnt baby chicks
Barbecued squirrels, and hamsters on sticks
Ducklings in blenders, and frogs off the road
Opossums on fenders and deep french-fried toad!
Sliced and diced sparrows, dead dogs on the lawn
Cats riddled with arrows, and disemboweled faun
Pickled canaries, and clubbed baby seals
Mice served in berries, and turtles 'neath wheels
Minced baby earwigs, koala fillet
Rat Pie with custard, and cockroach puree
Fred's little brother, and Mystery Beast:
These are the things that they served at the Feast
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Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 7:05 pm
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Oh! Oh! Ohhhh! I looooove this song! Though I sorta HAVE to know it, seeing as my dad is responsible for the story line to it (if I remember correctly, he told me about it a loooot so I should have it correct)... He was mad when someone used it when they were knighted before he did, too.... Needless to say, he's not going to use it anymore... Poor daddy...
Peasant Warrior
Written by Lady Rosalind Jehanne of Paradox Keep
A young boy high on the battlement stood as he swept at the cold grey stone.
And he gazed with delight at the lists where the banners flew.
The knights in bright armour were jousting there on their steads of dapple and roan.
And the archers drew at their longbows made of yew
Oh, I have the heart of a warrior.
And although I am low born, I hope someday I'll be sworn to be a knight,
That I may fight to serve my lord.
The years passed by and the stewards son grew into a comely youth.
He was strong of arm and fair as the summer's sky.
The old proud knight took no notice of him 'cept an occassional sharp reproof.
Yet undaunted were his dreams of glory high!
Oh, I have the heart of a warrior,
And although I am baseborn, I hope someday I'll be sworn to be a knight,
That I may fight to serve my lord.
The knight was summoned by His Majesty to war in a distant land.
On Crusade, where honour and glory could be won.
He journeyed forth on his battle stead with his great sword at his side.
In his retinue of men was a steward's son.
Oh, I have the heart of a warrior.
And full glad am I this morn, at his side for I have sworn
To serve my Knight that he may fight for his Leige Lord.
The battle fierce around them raged, the press of men was hard.
Yet the knight grew faint of heart and fain would flee.
But as he turned to go, he found his pathway was barred.
And he fell from top his horse most cowardly.
For he had not the heart of a warrior.
And no matter he's high born, on that day he had forsworn to be a knight,
Denied his vow to King and Lord.
The steward's son jumped into the fray, armed only with his knife,
With defiance stood 'tween his master and the foe.
"Oh God above, unto You I pray, to protect my noble's life,
And to give me strength to withstand these many blows."
For I have the heart of a warrior,
And no matter how I'm born, on this day I have forsworn
To play the knight, that I may fight for my leige lord.
The King rode out at the break of day, His heart was full of woe,
For His comarades slain, though a victory great was won.
He found the fallen knight, circled 'round by slain foe.
And cradled in his arms, was the steward's son.
Oh he has the heart of a warrior,
And no matter he's low born, on this day I'd have him sworn to be a knight,
For he would die to save his lord.
The King dubbed him upon the field. "Arise Sir Knight," said He.
But the lad could not obey the King's command.
And with his dying breath, he gave his oath of fealty.
And he held the sword with the last touch of his hands.
For he had the heart of a warrior.
But for man of woman born, comes the day the soul has sworn,
To take to flight, and live inside of Heaven's walls.
They carried him upon his shield.
A knight's sword at his side.
And they buried him, with the honour due his life.
And evermore, did that humbled knight, in a golden, burnished sheath,carry at his side that old and rusted knife.
May you have the heart of a warrior.
For no matter how you're born,
On one day you had forsworn to be a knight with honour bright for King and Lord.
For one day you were reborn as a knight and you have worn the golden chain, the belt pure white and silver sword.
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