The Ballad of Brumaire



Grave were the faces

of the human army fair

as the stood face to face

with the devils of Brumaire


Twas fear that laced the air that morn,

and fear that moved their feet

for it was up to 2,000 lads

to bring the demons defeat


And great the armies of evil stood

and great their gnashing teeth

with fangs that bore, the remains of gore

and like an ocean their hatred seethed

"Such tender flesh!" the demons crowed.

"Such pretty hair and teeth!

We shall have a bit of both

and make fine necklaces and wreaths!"

And oh the horrors the youths then saw!

of lakes full of molten fire

their eyes did bleed and organs boil

as they saw their own funeral pyres


But though the demon’s evil was great,

and though all seemed for naught

Lo there stood, a General good

Who saw what not he ought


“Hold boys, hold,” the General brayed.

“Hold now boys and see.

The demons have forged a glamourie,

To make your poor minds see

What cans and don’ts and what definitely won’t”

Ever come to be!”


And oh the lads then fought their best!

And oh the lads were bound

Not by chains made from metals or ore

But against mental shackles they did pound


And so it came to pass that

Those 2,000 lads brave

Did loosen themselves from horrors

And fight those demons strong

For 20 nights their battle raged

And the universe went all wrong

The night was day and rain turned to clay

And screams of hate were their favorite songs


And so on the 21st day the strongest were all who stood

And on they strode over their brothers of old

Until they stood there before evil

Over the demons and humans, death did hang

And soon the battlefield did fill

With the sound of the final struggle


Against the mightiest of evil the lads did stand

The beast was vilest scourge, of all the human lands

There the abomination stood, scaly, and with taloned hand

The mighty Azrath, great general of Hell

Whose duty it was to ring the bells

Which called for the end of existence


“Come now, children, halt this play” did say the evil beast

“You shall come to dinner with us to night,

But I fear it is you who will be the feast.”


“We shall not negotiate with one such as you.” Shouted the General brave.

“By god, we may be soiled and hurt,

but it is humanity from you we must save!”


And so the lads were killed

Until all that stood was he

The general scored, with a mighty roar

A cut on the beast from chin to knee

And so the beast, injured and dying

Cast upon the general a terrible final scrying


“You shall not die” the vile thing spat.

“Nay, you shall not age a whit, for I may fry

upon the spit when I return to hell

but you, foul man, shall not die

until I ring my bells.”


And so the General to this day

Wanders this world fair

And come when it may

The demon’s final say

Will end this world of ours

But not as of yet, I’ll have you bet

Will that come to pass

Why do you ask am I so sure of this?

Why from the devil’s dying fist

I took his silver mallet

And without the thing

He can not  ring

A single note upon his bells

I’m sure his hatred swells

And his anger is definitely valid

For I’ll have made a fool of him

By singing this gorey ballad

The End

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