The Rising of the Star

by Bathazar of Endor
to the tune of "Rising of the Moon"


Ah then tell me folk from Atenveldt, o' have ye heard it said
That the Sun upon yer banner has turned to bloody red?
We are comin' from the southlands, ye don't know who we are.
We're the boys from Ansteorra by the Rising of the Star.
By the Rising of the Star. By the Rising of the Star.
We're the boys from Ansteorra by the Rising of the Star.

Many foe have tried us on many bloody field
But precious few have killed us because we never yield.
We've got powder for our cannons, grapeshot 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.

The women of Ansteorra will make you lovely wives,
but check their skirts and bodices: they always carry knives.
They say that ironmongery 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.

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 are brothers of the Northmen and daughters of the Czar.
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.

(Additional verses)

(This verse is obsolete. He's no longer a prince
or even a Viscount: he's a Count.)
Now we have Sir Simonn who's called the Mountaingate.
That isn't silver acne; he's just dressed out in his plate.
He's got shields made of iron, a sword made from a spar.
He's a Prince of Ansteorra by the Rising of the Star.
By the Rising of the Star. By the Rising of the Star.
He's a Prince of Ansteorra by the Rising of the Star.

Oh the Children of Ansteorra are ever so polite.
But don't turn your backs upon them for the little buggers bite!
They are cunning and they're witty, you know that they'll go far.
They're the Heirs to Ansteorra by the Rising of the Star.
By the Rising of the Star. By the Rising of the Star.
They're the Heirs to Ansteorra by the Rising of the Star.


This page hosted by
GeoCities
Get your own Free Homepage


Back to my home page

Send comments to [email protected]    This page ©1998 by Ulf Gunnarsson     Last Modified : May 27th, 1998

Hosted by www.Geocities.ws

1