Come out ye Gold and White, come out and fight me like a man!

@Aldrith_Shutaq @Gaven_Lok_ri @Gah_Matar and the ■■■■■■■ rest of the you ■■■■■■■ Amarr!

I was born on a Matar street where the spirit drums did beat,
And those loving Amarr feet they tramped all over us,
And each and every night when me father came home tight
He’d invite the neighbors out with this chorus:

Come out ye Gold and white, come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Floseswin,
Tell them how the TLF made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Come let us hear you tell how you slandered great Shakor,
When you thought him well and truly persecuted,
Where are the sneers and jeers that you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of Rebellion where executed.

Come out ye Gold and white, come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Floseswin,
Tell them how the TLF made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Come tell us how you slew them poor Minmatar two by two,
Like the Ni-Kunni they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely faced each one with your 16-pounder gun,
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.

Come out ye Gold and white, come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Floseswin,
Tell them how the TLF made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Well the day is coming fast and the time is here at last,
When each yeoman will be cut aside before us,
And if there be a need, sure me kids would sing, "FlyFree, "
With a verse or two of the spirits chorus:

Come out ye Gold and White, come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Floseswin,
Tell them how the TLF made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

Come out ye Gold and White, come out and fight me like a man,
Show your wife how you won medals down in Floseswin,
Tell them how the TLF made you run like hell away
From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra.

OOC: this song should sung along along this tune.

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Nice chant. And the golden and silver paladins of Holy Amarr already do their their best to decorate your vessels with lots of gleam and make them shine in holy shimmer to support this song.

Go on home Amarr Solders go on home, have ye got no fooken homes of yer own.

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Gods grant me patience.

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I find it somewhat interesting that out of the wide variety of Paladins who have now shot Cain down, he only singles out men here.

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His people seem inclined that way.

At the time I posted it made sense.

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This is a good use of time o7

What were you drinking, smoking, and/or otherwise ingesting, and who is your supplier?

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A few bottles of a sebiestor bäsk liquor that one my men had somehow managed to bring with him.

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The man has been on industrial grade pain killers for a while and insists on flying while heavily under the influence. Can’t expect too much from someone like that.

I’ve got little love for any side of this war in technical terms, but between surviving an encounter with a tank and soldiering on with a song in his heart and liquor and painkillers in his bloodstream, I’d say Cain Aloga is quickly nearing Legendary status.

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With respect, that’s my headache, not yours.

You mean…you don’t do these things? Impressive that you can even tolerate yourself…

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Yeah! I totally felt left out! :frowning:

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Listens.
Silently chuckles.
I truly, truly admire your wits!
As a former “Gold and White”, I approve this glorious hymn!
Is the recording available for sale?

orders a gold-and-white at the bar

follows up by asking the bartender for a Matari car bomb

starts singing the Imperial Anthem in an attempt to drown you out

Another typical drunken boast made from the safety of an alcohol-sodden flop-house.

There. Fixed it for you.

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I thought we talked about this.