AIS unfaltering Goal

[adamc2000 1385]

Songs of the AIS Brigades

[Depiction of AIS army camp] 

 

Hamzah and his fellow comrades smile cheering to the news of their comrades victory at the Battle of Krasna,

“True men! To victory meh boys!”

Hamzah says raising a cup of tea while others raise a jug of ale or wine

“Akhi! Time for another patriotic song now isn't it?!” Mustafa grins as the band begins pulling out instruments

“Ah you're damn right Mustafa! Why done we start now yeah?!” Hamzah says he already took his Oud out and began strumming it while the band started getting hype with music beginning to be heard across the proud ole rebel camp!

 

 

[pls excuse the gun and rpg closest pic i could get xP]

 

Oh, not now for songs of a nation's wrongs,

Not the groans of starving labor;

Let the metal ring and the arrows sing

To the clash of the flashing sabre!

There are AIS ranks on the tented banks

Of Suffonia's guarded ocean;

And an iron clank from flank to flank

Tell of armed men in motion!

[Music]

 

And frank souls there clear true and bare

To all, as the steel beside them,

Can love or hate withe the strength of Fate,

Till the grave of the valiant hide them.

Each seems to be mailed of Rights,

Whose sword's avenging glory

Must light the fight and smite for Right,

Like Faiz in olden story!

[Music]

 

With pale affright and panic flight

Shall dastard Orenian base and hollow,

Hear a Norlandic race, from their battle place,

Charge to the shout of "For tomorrow!"

By the sould above, by the land we love

Her tears bleeding patience

The sledge is wrought that shall smash to naught

The brazen liar of nations.

[Music]

 

The Farfolk green shall again be seen

As our farfolk fathers bore it,

A burning wind from the South behind,

And the Imperials rout before it!

O' Doctor Daniels red hand shall purge the land-

Rain a fire on men and cattle,

Till the Imperial snakes in their own cold lakes

Plunge from the blaze of battle.

[Music]

 

The knaves that rest on Suffonia's breast,

And the voice of true men stifle;

We'll exorcise from the rescued prize-

Our talisman, the sabers;

For a tyrant's life a bowie knife!-

Of true knot dissolvers,

The best we ken are stalwart men,

Rubrianss and dem fighters!

[Music]

 

Whoe'er shall march by triumphal arch

Whoe'er may swell the slaughter,

Our drums shall roll from the Capitol

O'er Reza's fateful water!

Rise, bleeding ghosts, to the Lord of Hosts

For judgement final and solemn;

Your fanatic horde to the edge of the sword

Is doomed line, square, and column!

 

[auLune 400]

Henry taps his foot as the song went on, ordering a round of drinks to those who are present near him “This man is good!”

[ibraheemc2000 2965]

Young conscript and drummer boy saeed ibn Hamza smiled as he plays the qalasheen violin as his father sang.

[HadvarAvMitteland 557]

Hadvard av Mitteland smirks to himself, listening to the singing and celebrations outside of his house in Rubern. He wished he was able to participate in the commotion, however he was bed bound with a horrible illness. "Ave the AIS, long live the men of Al-Faiz and praise be to the brave men and women who took to the battlefield earlier today. HUZAH!"

[kuerbis 3802]

Morana hummed along with the melody.