Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro]
Am E A
[Verse]
C Am
To the hive of Aguafrias came a stranger one grim day
C Am
Hardly spoke to the Arbites, didn't have too much to say
F C
No one dared to slit his purse-strings, no one dared to make a slip
Am
for the black-clad man among them had a boltgun on his hip
F C
Boltgun on his hip
[Chorus]
C Am
It was early in the morning when he landed at the 'port
C Am
And he spent his day in houses of a foul and darkling sort
F C
He's a heretic from offworld came the whisper from each lip
Am
And he's here to weave some chaos with the boltgun on his hip
F C
Boltgun on his hip
[Verse]
C Am
In this town there lived a ganger by the name of Nocturne Red
C Am
Many Judges tried to take him and those men of law were dead
F C
He was vicious and augmented at the age of one-oh-four
Am
And the notches on his laslocks numbered ten and fourscore more
F C
Ten and fourscore more
C Am
Now the stranger started showing there, to all the folks around
C Am
A strange brooch of foreign metal, Gothic I in silver bound
F C
He came here on bitter business, to leave all the sinners dead
Am
And on the list of purge-ed was the name of Nocturne Red
F C
The name of Nocturne Red
[Verse]
C Am
Wasn't long before the rumors were relayed to Nocturne Red
C Am
But the ganger didn't worry- he would leave the 'quis'tor dead
F C
Ninety men had tried to end him, ninety men had made a slip
Am
Ninety one would be the 'quistor with the boltgun on his hip
F C
Boltgun on his hip
[Chorus]
C Am
It was thirty-seven minutes 'fore the 'quistor found his prey
C Am
They met in a darkened fac'try where the bravest feared to stray
F C
Scum were watching from the gantries, mutie creatures held their breath
Am
they hoped this holy agent was about to meet his death
F C
about to meet his death
[Verse]
C Am
There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play
C Am
And the swiftness of the 'quistor is still talked about today
F C
Nocturne Red had not cleared plasteel fore a boltshell fairly tore
Am
And the 'quistors aim was blessed by Our Holy Emperor
F C
Our holy Emperor
[Chorus]
C Am
It was over in a moment and the final cleanse began
C Am
Mutant scum were cut down righteous, brightly burning as they ran
F C
For the stranger brought stormtroopers and the Hive had made a slip
Am
None escapes the Emperor's 'quistor with a boltgun on his hip
F C
Boltgun on his hip
[Outro]
Am
Boltgun, Mars Boltgun
Am
None escapes the Emperor's 'quistor with a boltgun on his hip
F C
Boltgun on his hip
Am E A
[Verse]
C Am
To the hive of Aguafrias came a stranger one grim day
C Am
Hardly spoke to the Arbites, didn't have too much to say
F C
No one dared to slit his purse-strings, no one dared to make a slip
Am
for the black-clad man among them had a boltgun on his hip
F C
Boltgun on his hip
[Chorus]
C Am
It was early in the morning when he landed at the 'port
C Am
And he spent his day in houses of a foul and darkling sort
F C
He's a heretic from offworld came the whisper from each lip
Am
And he's here to weave some chaos with the boltgun on his hip
F C
Boltgun on his hip
[Verse]
C Am
In this town there lived a ganger by the name of Nocturne Red
C Am
Many Judges tried to take him and those men of law were dead
F C
He was vicious and augmented at the age of one-oh-four
Am
And the notches on his laslocks numbered ten and fourscore more
F C
Ten and fourscore more
C Am
Now the stranger started showing there, to all the folks around
C Am
A strange brooch of foreign metal, Gothic I in silver bound
F C
He came here on bitter business, to leave all the sinners dead
Am
And on the list of purge-ed was the name of Nocturne Red
F C
The name of Nocturne Red
[Verse]
C Am
Wasn't long before the rumors were relayed to Nocturne Red
C Am
But the ganger didn't worry- he would leave the 'quis'tor dead
F C
Ninety men had tried to end him, ninety men had made a slip
Am
Ninety one would be the 'quistor with the boltgun on his hip
F C
Boltgun on his hip
[Chorus]
C Am
It was thirty-seven minutes 'fore the 'quistor found his prey
C Am
They met in a darkened fac'try where the bravest feared to stray
F C
Scum were watching from the gantries, mutie creatures held their breath
Am
they hoped this holy agent was about to meet his death
F C
about to meet his death
[Verse]
C Am
There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play
C Am
And the swiftness of the 'quistor is still talked about today
F C
Nocturne Red had not cleared plasteel fore a boltshell fairly tore
Am
And the 'quistors aim was blessed by Our Holy Emperor
F C
Our holy Emperor
[Chorus]
C Am
It was over in a moment and the final cleanse began
C Am
Mutant scum were cut down righteous, brightly burning as they ran
F C
For the stranger brought stormtroopers and the Hive had made a slip
Am
None escapes the Emperor's 'quistor with a boltgun on his hip
F C
Boltgun on his hip
[Outro]
Am
Boltgun, Mars Boltgun
Am
None escapes the Emperor's 'quistor with a boltgun on his hip
F C
Boltgun on his hip
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