Editing Grimdark Songwriting (section)

===Men of Harlech===
Men of Tanith, stop your dreaming,<br/>
Can't you see their lasguns gleaming,<br/>
Or their ruinous banners streaming,<br/>
On this battlefield?<br/>

Men of Tanith, stand ye steady!<br/>
It shall not be ever said the<br/>
Ghosts for battle were not ready.<br/>
On you, Tanith men!<br/>

From our worlds rebounding,<br/>
Let this war cry sounding,<br/>
Summon all at Emp'ror's call<br/>
The mighty force surrounding!<br/>

Oh, men of Tanith, on to glory!<br/>
This shall ever be your story<br/>
Keep these burning words before ye,<br/>
Gaunt's Ghosts shall not yield!<br/>

Tongues of las from nalwood flaring,<br/>
News of traitors' deaths declaring,<br/> 
To heroic deeds of daring<br/>
call you Tanith men!<br/>

Groans of wounded Guardsmen dying,<br/>
Wails of wives and children flying,<br/>
for the Emp'ror's succor crying<br/>
Hear you not their plight?<br/>

Shall those voices wailing,<br/> 
Now be unavailing,<br/>
You to rouse who never yet<br/>
the Emperor's realm were failing?<br/>

This our answer, crowds down pouring<br/>
Swift as a bolter's wrath comes roaring<br/>
Not in vain, His voice imploring,<br/>
calls on Tanith men.<br/>

Now to battle we are going,<br/>
Every heart with courage glowing,<br/>
Pride and passion overflowing<br/>
In the glorious strife.<br/>

Lo! the din of war enrages,<br/>
Vengeance crowns the hate of ages,<br/>
Sternly Tanith now engages<br/>
the doomed Heretics!<br/>

Hear the old pipes playing,<br/>
And the soldiers slaying,<br/>
Hot the strife while Tanith men<br/>
Are lives of traitors claiming.<br/>

Lasbolts fly as swift as lightning,<br/>
Shout on shout the tumult height'ning,<br/>
Aquila's gold wing is bright'ning,<br/>
In the Emperor's name!<br/>

Loud the Tanith pipes are sounding,<br/>
Every guardsman's heart is pounding,<br/>
As the trusted Gaunt surrounding,<br/>
March you, Tanith men!<br/>

Short the sleep the foes is taking,<br/>
Ere the morrow's morn is breaking,<br/>
They shall have a rude awakening,<br/>
Wrought by Tanith men.<br/>

With their lasguns flashing,<br/>
And Straight Silvers slashing,<br/>
Through the traitors' serried ranks<br/>
The Tanith men are dashing<br/>

Now the heretics are flying,<br/>
Trampling on the dead and dying;<br/>
Victory aloft is crying,<br/>
"Gaunt's Ghosts win the field!" <br/>