Hey everybeast this is Fell's Apprentice and I'm finally putting up my first piece here on The Pit. Was listening to the Warrior Song- Hard Corps the other day and decided to write a Long Patrol version so here it is.
DISCLAIMER: The Long Patrol belongs to the late Brian Jacques NOT ME! The Warrior Song- Hard Corps also does NOT belong to me and can be found here: .com
The Warrior Song – Long Patrol
The duty born to those who pledged their lives and sacred honor was smiled upon by Fate and freed from chains and iron collar. He is held aloft by unity and by history revered; for preserving peace through strength his paws now reach across the many seasons. But for each of those and one season more, Fate has smiled upon The Patrol, from the Western Coast to Redwall Abbey, by sword, by lance, or by bare paw. So it's been, and shall be weighed: though many are born, few are "made". Perilous, they shall remain, fighting hares to loose when war is waged.
I am a hare on the beach, I'm a killing' machine, with a need to bleed you when the Badger Lord roars, best believe, I'm in a zone to be, with my knife and my spear on this bloodstained coast. Put a grin on my chin, come to me, 'cuz I'll win, I'm one-of-a-kind and I'll bring death to the place you're about to be: another river of blood runnin' under my paws. Forged in a fire lit long ago, stand next to me, you'll never stand alone. I'm last to leave, but the first to go, Long Patrol is the only way I go. I feed on the fear of the evil inside of the searat faces in my sights: aim with the bow, shoot with the mind, kill with a heart like northern ice.
Drill Sergeant: I am a Patroller I'm marching on,
I am a Patroller I'm marching on,
Drill Sergeant: I am a warrior and this is my song, wot!
I am a warrior and this is my song, wot!
I'll bask in the glow of the rise o' war, lay waste to the ranks of the enemy horde, wade through the blood spilled on the floor, and if another one stands I'll kill some more. Got a spear in my paw and a fire in me, like an ember thrown to boilin' oil, if death don't bring you fear then death ain't brought by the Long Patrol. Come to the nightmare, come to me, deep down in the dark where the Bloodwrath be, in the mount with the spears and the razor blades, where the forges burn and the Badger waits. Call to the Fates if I cross your path and my silhouette hangs like a body bag; hope is a moment now long past, the shadow of death is the one I cast!
I am a Patroller I'm marching on, I am a warrior and this is my song. Hell has no foebeast I won't overcome,
Drill Sergeant: I cannot hear you, wot!
I am a warrior and this is my song, wot!
Drill Sergeant: For longer than any of ye have ever been alive, our force has done two things for this land! We make Long Patrollers and we win battles, wot!
EULALIA!
Drill Sergeant: Never fergit that! Yer first Long Patrollers, and not all the searats in Hell can overrun you, wot!
Now I live lean and I mean to inflict the grief, and the least of me's still out of your reach. This killing machine's gonna do the deed, until the river runs dry and my last breath leaves. Chin in the air with a head held high, I'll stand in the path of the enemy line. Feel no fear, know my pride: for Justice and the Right I'll end your life!
I am a Patroller, I'm marching on,
I am a warrior and this is my song, wot!
Hell has no foebeast I won't overcome,
I am a warrior and this is my song, wot!
I made Vulpuz himself turn and run,
I am a warrior and this is my song, wot!
Into the fire I will keep marchin' on,
Eulalia! Long Patrol, Get Some!