A hush falls over the concert hall as a man walks onto the stage and taps his baton a few times. The curtain rises, revealing a gospel choir. The orchestra starts...
(To the tune of Battle Hymn of the Republic, melody by William Steffe)
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the sword,
I have seen the walls and trapdoors and bombs hooked up with cord,
My tactics shall be peerless thus my enemies be floored
While Budkin marches on!
Glory, glory Hallelujah!
Look out or Beethro's gonna do... ya.
Glory, glory Hallelujah!
While Budkin marches on
I have seen him in the shadows of a hundred circling snakes
But he is building up a deadly trap as the well placed golem breaks
He leads the creature in to die and that's really all it takes
While Budkin marches on!
Glory, glory Hallelujah!
His sword will run itself right through... ya
Glory, glory Hallelujah!
While Budkin marches on
I have read a deadly sentence in his two foot pointed steel
He carves through endless roach attacks to cook his latest meal
He is the one, the Smitemaster before whom we should kneel
While Budkin Marches on!
Glory, glory Hallelujah!
He'll take the righteous fight right to... ya
Glory, glory Hallelujah!
While Budkin marches on
In the beauty of the dungeon, he stands there clear to see
He kills the mighty Slayer with a quick one two and three
He carves up every goblin, ne'er caring for their plea
While Budkin marches on!
Glory, glory Hallelujah!
Stand back or Beethro's gonna do... ya.
Glory, glory Hallelujah!
While Budkin marches on
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