This is one excerpt from ‘Lone Stars, Warpstone Sixguns & Red Orc Tomahawks.pdf’. It is befuddled by nostalgia, for so am I.
That Night in Odin’s Belch, down in good ole Texas
Our good Sherif Thorson prepared to make a stand
He would soon die fightin’ with a weapon in his hand
Blue eyes’sight grimly set on the arrivin’ outlaw band
His deputies aside him, them three against the odds
Unafraid of Death they don’t even dodge the shots
The outlaws look upon them, false pride upon true grit
More than one damn outlaw panty fillin’ with warm shit
Rifles & sixguns started blazing, Death came as hot lead
Em three who stood for duty killed a dozen with godspeed
When everything went silent and ’em Valkyries arrived
The settlers proudly ensured that nobody had survived!