Bring your guns,
a call to arms,
For war has begun,
We see your Fleets,
We see your Allies,
We will not faulter,
So hear our war cry,
Praise be to Bob,
For granting us light,
His priest not faulter,
And will win this night,
With victory in hand,
And bob's shinning Light
The once glorious stallions,
Will feel Bob's Might.

Hey there, people, I'm the Harzinn man
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
my ships are fast, my Tengus' cloaky
I tell all the noobs they can kiss my heine