H 45 Sounds of Violence 
Sung To The Tune Of
Sounds of Silence 

Hello broadsword my old friend 
I've come to fight with you again 
Because the sounds of battle ringing 
In my ears has me singing 
And the rock that I have instead 
Of a brain still remains 
I love the sounds of violence 

In tournaments I fight alone 
I leave my melee gear at home 
But when I go down to the Pennsic War 
I often fight in groups of five or more 
When my friend was stabbed by
An eastern spear in the head 
He was dead 
Touched by the sounds of violence

A thousand footmen waging war 
A hundred archers maybe more 
Polemen thrusting from the second row 
Shieldmen dying, they're the first to go 
Two-stick fighters can harry the enemy flank 
They've got rank 
And love the sounds of violence 

Foolishly I pressed ahead 
I'd be a hero or be dead 
A belted fighter tried to teach me 
With his polearm he might reach me 
But my blows like violent hailstones fell 
And struck well 
Causing the sounds of violence 

East Realm fighters fell and died 
Before the advancing Midrealm tide 
And we shouted out our battle cry
We would conquer or we would die 
And the bards sing the deeds of
The fighters that bravely fall 
And they all 
Whisper the sounds of violence