¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[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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