1969"How are you, G.I. Joe?It seems to me that most of you are poorly informed about the going of the war, this says nothing of the correct estimation of your presence over here.Nothing is more confused then to be ordered to die or maimed for life without the faintest idea of what is going on?Isn't it clear that the war-mongers are gambling with yours lives while pocketing huge profits?" A female voice crowes over the loudspeakers of our basecamp. I sit on top of my bunker, watching over the field of green before me. A cigarette burns softly on my lips as the sun's rays fill the valley with light."You hear about the shit going on down south?" A southern drawl shocks me from my trance, I turn and look up. A tall, red-headed man stands over me, smacking a piece of gum in his mouth. He kneels down next to me and extends his dirty hand towards my cigarette, I laugh as he snatches it and takes a drag."No, what happened, Tex?" My fingers quickly grab the cigarette back."Fuckin' din
CromwellCromwell-David Dyche (copyright 2007)Water smashes the rocks,There are no demons, knights or warlocks.Wind blows roughly across the acres of grass,This is serenity, I think as I rise my wineglass.An army of red comes across the fields,They have coats, rifles, spears and shields.No natural thing is this,Men, women and childen, like animals, they dismiss.
Fianna na hEireannFianna Na hEireann-David Dyche (copyright 2007)Can you hear the men and women cry?They plead for liberty, which the British are forced to deny.Bombs plead for peace,This bloodshed will never cease.Grab your Armalite,Kick the bastard in the head, quite the sight.End this death, tell 'em 'slán'Send the Oranges back to hell, same with the Black and Tans.They want our land,They want the Red Hand.You'd think after Eight Hundred years,They'd let go of my Eire, dear.So pick up your Armalite,And make the British hit the lights.
WarWar-David Dyche (copyright 2007)They're selling my land,My people are drowning in the sand.My race is disgraced,To the wall we're forced to face.Lock, stock, and smoking bodies,Our soul is rotting.Blood, like a river, flows,And the corpses attract the crows.But I have a rifle in my hand,Soon the British shall fall on our sand.
HeroesHeroes-David Dyche (copyright 2007)Welcome to Auld Eireann,We're Irish and Aryan.The British kick in our doors,But we bring our pikes in scores.The mighty kings of a raped land,Heroes like Connolly, McElwee and Sands.Wolfe Tones gave his life for us,Pearse beat them back to the short bus.They pummel us to the ground,Then we rise, they're screams are quite the sound.We call upon Cu Chulainn,To drive the Brits away.
Eireann go BraghEireann Go Bragh-David Dyche (copyright 2007)Bombs rip apart their home,We laugh and cry, our familes are in a tomb.Grab your armalite,We're not leaving without a fight!Kill them all,Brit large or Brit small.Make them dig their sons,Cos we have the fury of one thousand suns.They'll cry and beg,Then we'll take their leg.They attack us with hate,But all they do is infuriate.Eireann is a sleeping beast,Awaken thee and Europe shall be a feast.
100 Secrets of Morrowind100 Secrets of Morrowind1. Skooma is actually a very powerful form of caffeine.2. All Khajiits celebrate a happy little holiday called Moonsugar Day. It just HAPPENS to fall EXACTLY on Christmas Day...3. If ANYTHING bad happens on Vvardenfell, the city of Ald'Ruhn is always affected first, most severely, and often exclusively.4. Ald'Ruhn is frequently invaded by hordes of line-dancing penguins. Sometimes crowds of dancing, prancing mango melons come along, too.5. The name of the Ashlands has been changed to the Asslands.6. As a matter of fact, the Asslands and anything related to them have had their names changed to involve butts. Take Butt Isred (formerly Bal Isra) and Old Rump (formerly Ald'Ruhn) for example.7. Ash slaves everywhere were deeply offended by the above move and filed a law suit to keep the the old names.8. Seyda Neen frequently floods for no good reason at all. The inhabitants don't seem bothered much by it, though. As a matter of fact, they don't even seem to n