Cruiser VII B

"There was a Lord who thought himself Brave

Off to Sarthion, that Fleet Lord went

To battle, glorious battle! Oh how great!

 

He came upon the gleam of Sarthim

And fired his cannons , oh yes he did!

To battle, glorious battle! Oh how great!

 

Fate and Death would not have it, that Lord

For that great Gleam had fallen on him

To battle, glorious battle! Oh how great!

 

Nay, the techno-magic was too much

The demon fire consumed all his fleet

To Battle, glorious battle! Oh how great!

 

All that lay left, mighty flag vessel

of his that stood between glory and Fate

To Battle, glorious battle! Oh how great!

 

Fire the guns, man the fore batteries!

Nay! Insufficient, his will fleeting

To Battle, glorious battle! Oh how great!

 

Fate laughed that day, over that Fleet Lord's ship

To Battle, glorious battle! Oh how great!

To our Death, our glorious Death! Oh how sweet!"

 

 

-The Fleet Lord of (name goes here, uh, soon), an old Tarsin nursery song.

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