~Best accompanied with a couple of talented, but likely self taught players of any of the following instruments: jug, stamping foot on wood flooring, something stringed, fiddle but only if you're feeling saucy. Preferably sang by one performer and most of the crowd. Libations optional but strongly suggested.

Oh,
Lord Sartan's bravest soldiers,
rolled into town today
they tanked, they shot, they holocaust bombed,
they thought they'd have their way
Before a horde of hundreds, rose out the empty air
and tossed those dear, brave soldier,
out without a care

Oh,
Lord Sartan's less brave soldiers,
embraced death as they died
They went to talk to Ugrach,
'fore the light had left each eye
But Sartan's bravest soldiers
lingered incorporeally,
Effluent mouths spouting Truths that anyone could see

Oh,
They say these bravest soldiers,
haunt the library still
Bearing witness to the unshakable faith,
that is their Father's will
They prattle of uncountable hordes
and horns that rend the air,
The body may be made stronger but only if combats fair

Oh,
Lord Sartan's bravest soldiers,
rolled into town today
they tanked, they shot, they holocaust bombed,
they thought they'd have their way
Before a horde of hundreds, rose out the empty air
and tossed those dear, brave soldier,
out without a care

Tossed them out without a care
Out without a care
Unfair unfair unfair

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Scarlatan, in the year 950 AF.