To the tune of
this songo the town of Aquila Fria rode a woman one dark day
Spoke not one word to folks around her, didn't have a word to say
All they heard was the Emperor’s Prayer, softly spoken from her lips
For the stranger there among them had a bless'd pistol on her hip.
Bless'd pistol on her hip.
The dead lay in the streets, as she rode into the town
She’d found their darkest hour, in misery they drowned.
She's an angel from on high, came the whispers from each lip
And she's here to do the Emperor’s work with the bless'd pistol on her hip.
Bless'd pistol on her hip.
From the deserts wide and lonely, came an Ork called Ornery Green
Stronger than an Ogryn, and just probably twice as mean.
He was deadly with his shoota and had killed men by the score
And the gubbinz on his barrel still told of many more.
Still told of many more.
Now the stranger started talking made it plain to folks around
Was an Adeptus Soriatas came to their dying town
She had heard the Emperor calling, a blessed vision she had seen,
And she’d come to end the reign of an Ork called Ornery Green
An Ork called Ornery Green
Wasn't long before the dust cloud rose up in the desert sky,
And the Ork rode back to town, and only he knew why.
Scores of men he had silenced, never once there had he slipped
Now he would make a trophy of the bless’d pistol on her hip.
Bless’d pistol on her hip.
The fated pair was destined, that one day they would meet
And no one dared to move there, as they walked out in the street
Folks were watching from the windows everybody held their breath
For one among their number was about to meet their death.
About to meet their death.
There was naught but sky between them, when they drew that faithful day
And the swiftness of the duelists was unmatched, they all say
Ornery Green was hot and iron from his trusty shoota ripped,
As the Sister raised and fired the bless’d pistol on her hip.
Bless’d Pistol on her hip.
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round
There before them laid the bodies, in the center of the town
They might have kept on livin’, but it wasn’t meant to be
When the Sister with no name met an Ork called Ornery Green
When the Sister with no name met an Ork called Ornery Green
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