I reworked the words of Men of Harlech (go watch Zulu if you've no idea what I'm on about) to inspire all Dakkanauts to feats of painting glory.
Men of Dakka, Paint to Glory
Men of Dakka, paint to glory
Tournaments are hov'ring o'er ye,
Unpainted minis stand before ye,
Hear ye not their call?
At your sloth they seem to wonder;
Rend the plastic sprues asunder,
Let the rattle-can's deaf'ning thunder
Stir your very soul
Sharp knives brightly gleaming
Flash and mould lines cleaning
Released from sprue and set with glue
A mammoth task it seems
Squads from every side assailing,
Forward press with heart unfailing
'Till miniatures learn with quailing,
Dakka ne'er can yield
Thou, who noble Dakka wrongest,
Know that hobby's cause is strongest
Painting lists may last the longest,
Ending but with death!
Dakka countless hosts can ready
Dakka holding paintbrush steady
Dakka no detail too petty
Gaming is in her breath.
See, they now are painted
Varnished lest the job be tainted
In cases pack'd foam layers stack'd
Our work to wear denying.
With long and hard earned cash we bought them
We have in time by toil wrought them
For love of gaming hither brought them
Dakka wins the field.