The anthem of my custom Imperial Guard regiment

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**Emperorlives**

My Imperial Guard regiment is named the Loupoaba Lemienlos 134th Royal Dragoons; its from a royal Imperium planet. They have Prussian uniforms and have gold plating on everything.

Here is the Anthem:

Oh and they do come!
Let them come!
Our men will meet them
To the Death!
Hayaaa!

They will lose
our men will best them to death
we will win
hayaa!

Our mean have won a lot
many of them have died
but they have won
hayaa!

they beat those dogs
they beat them hard
and the Emperor helps them

and they have won!

Hayaa!

What do you guys think of it?

**purplefood**

How does one best something to death?

**Emperorlives**

With effort

**purplefood**

Clearly.
Also how does a mean win?

**LoneLictor**

My favorite part of this anthem is all of it.

Brilliantly done.

**Emperorlives**

purplefood wrote:
Clearly.
Also how does a mean win?

With effort as well

**LoneLictor**

I am writing a story about the Loupoaba Lemienlos 134th Royal Dragoons.

The anthem, blaring from a hundred different loud-speakers, resounded through the camp. Even the deaf gunner Larry could hear, if only because of the tremors it sent through the ground. The sheer majesty of the anthem's words, the raw poetic beauty, tingled those who heard it with anticipation. They would best them to death. They would beat them hard. The men of the Loupoaba Lemienlos 134th Royal Dragoons knew it; victory was in their royal blood.

The anthem was cut short by an ear-splitting explosion. Sergeant Merkil cried out in pain.

"Oh no!" said Larry, his deafness having granted him a degree of immunity to the explosion. "Bad guys!'

He was right; bad guys. Sixteen thousand Orks had landed in a drop pod, a tide of green flesh and rusted metal. Roaring and laughing, they descended on the 134th's camp.

That's all I have so far, but more is coming up.