Editing Grimdark Songwriting (section)

==Original Works==

===Blood On the Rocks (Gory, Gory, What a Helluva Way to Die)===
He was just a rookie guardsman and he surely shook with fright,<br/>
He checked off his equipment and made sure his lasgun's primed,<br/>
He had to sit and listen to those awful Greenskins roar,<br/>
You ain't gonna fight no more.<br/>

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, (X3)<br/>
You ain't gonna fight no more.<br/>

"Is everybody ready?" cried the sergeant looking on,<br/>
Our hero feebly answered, "Yes", and went a-marching on,<br/>
No sooner than he had begun, he took a grisly hit,<br/>
And he ain't gonna fight no more.<br/>

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, (X3)<br/>
You ain't gonna fight no more.<br/>

He gasped in long, he cried out loud, falling into shock,<br/>
The entrails in his stomach spilled out and bundled on the rocks,<br/>
He felt the blood, he felt the cold, he felt death creeping up,<br/>
And he ain't gonna fight no more.<br/>

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, (X3)<br/>
You ain't gonna fight no more.<br/>

The ambulance was on the spot, the Taurox running wild,<br/>
The medics jumped and scrambled fore, rolled up their sleeves and scowled,<br/>
For it had been a month or more since they'd received supplies,<br/>
And he ain't gonna fight no more.<br/>

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, (X3)<br/>
You ain't gonna fight no more.<br/>

A grenade hit the ground and exploded with a BOOM,<br/>
His comrades all round were heard to say "A helluva way to die",<br/>
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore,<br/>
And he ain't gonna fight no more.<br/>

Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die, (X3)<br/>
You ain't gonna fight no more.<br/>

There was blood on the dirt, there were brains upon the rocks,<br/>
Gory bits,  a-dangling from his combat suit,<br/>
He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots,<br/>
And he ain't gonna fight no more.<br/>

===[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFRa0KZsGhc Boltgun]===
To the hive of Agua Frias came a stranger one grim day<br/>
Hardly spoke to the Arbites, didn't have too much to say<br/>
No one dared to slit his purse-strings, no one dared to make a slip<br/>
for the black-clad man among them had a boltgun on his hip<br/>
Boltgun on his hip<br/>

It was early in the morning when he landed at the 'port<br/>
And he spent his day in houses of a foul and darkling sort<br/>
He's a heretic from offworld came the whisper from each lip<br/>
And he's here to weave some chaos with the boltgun on his hip<br/>
Boltgun on his hip<br/>

In this town there lived a ganger by the name of Nocturne Red<br/>
Many Judges tried to take him and those men of law were dead<br/>
He was vicious and augmented at the age of one-oh-four<br/>
And the notches on his laslocks numbered ten and fourscore more<br/>
Ten and fourscore more<br/>

Now the stranger started showing there, to all the folks around<br/>
A strange brooch of foreign metal, Gothic I in silver bound<br/>
He came here on bitter business, to leave all the sinners dead<br/>
And on the list of purge-ed was the name of Nocturne Red<br/>
The name of Nocturne Red<br/>

Wasn't long before the rumors were relayed to Nocturne Red<br/>
But the ganger didn't worry- he would leave the 'quis'tor dead<br/>
Ninety men had tried to end him, ninety men had made a slip<br/>
Ninety one would be the 'quistor with the boltgun on his hip<br/>
Boltgun on his hip<br/>

It was thirty-seven minutes 'fore the 'quistor found his prey<br/>
They met in a darkened fac'try where the bravest feared to stray<br/>
Scum were watching from the gantries, mutie creatures held their breath<br/>
they hoped this holy agent was about to meet his death<br/>
about to meet his death<br/>

There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play<br/>
And the swiftness of the 'quistor is still talked about today<br/>
Nocturne Red had not cleared plasteel fore a boltshell fairly tore<br/>
And the 'quistors aim was blessed by Our Holy Emperor<br/>
Our holy Emperor<br/>

It was over in a moment and the final cleanse began<br/>
Mutant scum were cut down righteous, brightly burning as they ran<br/>
For the stranger brought stormtroopers and the Hive had made a slip<br/>
None escapes the Emperor's 'quistor with a boltgun on his hip<br/>
Boltgun on his hip<br/>

Boltgun, Mars Boltgun<br/>

None escapes the Emperor's 'quistor with a boltgun on his hip<br/>
Boltgun on his hip<br/>

===[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wy-sVTaZRPk War Cant of Mars]===
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Mine receptors witness glory from the burning of the flame<br/>
The fires of the forge are like the trumpets which proclaim<br/>
Our engines at full power, your destruction is our aim<br/>
Our Truth has come online<br/>

Engage the linkage, Omnissiah (X3)<br/>
Our Truth has come online<br/>

With heat and iron and industry we'll purge you from this world<br/>
You will sunder, melt, and shatter from the bolts of wrath we've hurled<br/>
And upon your ruined end, our blood red banners stand unfurled<br/>
Our Might has come online<br/>

Engage the linkage, Omnissiah (X3)<br/>
Our Might has come online<br/>

Traitor, Xeno, Heretek, they are as one to us<br/>
We will scorch them from existence with our engines devious<br/>
Our hate for them encoded into every bolt and truss<br/>
Our Wrath has come online<br/>

Engage the linkage, Omnissiah (X3)<br/>
Our Wrath has come online<br/>

Titans striding forward, Ordinatii by the score<br/>
They are drowning out blasphemers 'neath their great mechanic roar<br/>
Tradition is our bulwark, it endures forever more<br/>
Our Victory comes online<br/>

Engage the linkage, Omnissiah (X3)<br/>
Our Victory comes online<br/>

Deus est machina (X3)<br/>
Machina<br/>

Engage the linkage, Omnissiah (X3)<br/>
Our Victory comes online<br/>

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