1st - Norse aka Wild West Vikings


Son, one Night in Odin's Belch, down in good ole Texas
Our good Sheriff 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, its them three against the odds
Unafraid of their 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 and sixguns started blazing, Death came as hot lead
Em three who stood for duty killed a dozen with godspeed

When everything went to silent and 'em Valkyries arrived
Them settlers, proudly, ensured that nobody had survived

Skaven (Ratmen)


Loadin' Warpstone bullets Sheriff Vermyn awaits the gang
Hornless, dwarven drunkards with Steamguns for da bang!


Workers'n'settlers hide in panic, as the west entry tunnel fills
Dread bearded beasts indeed came down here from their hills.


Four did invade the Saloon, like addicts to their craved fix
Our Sheriff Vermyn intends to send 'em down a River Styx


Darn horny drunkard punk lay hands on harlots' silken fur
Em all had it coming, so clear what was now next to occur


Saloon Doors kicked open, Warpstone bullets deliver death
Of four bearded fuck-ups not one could face Vermyns' wrath


So Victory Squeaks arise, the Sheriff felled the horrid beasts
No miracle that on such a night the whole town gladly feasts!



Totemic Orcs


So Chief Sagebrush had send Gardush to Spirit's End
The Shaman, Gardush, was to become a Spirit-Friend


White Hand Tribe of Red Orcs was threatened to Death
By an army of riders bringing settlers to the weird West


Gardush wore sacred gear, rattle and tomahawk in hands
Come on out ye coward spirits, or we'll never be friends!


And strong Manitoba had heard him, as soon was clear to see
The dark elder specter promised to set all who die fighting free


So Gardush learned the warpath knows only gruesome ends
But those who fight with courage will for eternity meet friends


Gardush returned to the tribe sharing the spirit's decisive news
Don't ask where to flee, but what weapons you should choose


The tribe came down on Fort Knightly in that same night
Only Death an option even wives and kids braved to fight


Dark Elves


Herder Mordhuil was a hard and pious kinda seafaring man
Sworn to deliver homewards as many slave-herds as he can


His bunch had been hard workin' they gathered all they could
120 slaves planned to be, but nature selected how many would


The sacred Confederacy was fighting the overwhelming odds
And still the rebel songs sounded even louder than their shots!


From the swamps of Louisiana Mordhuil had once appeared
A knife-eared man of duty who was respected and well-feared


The Crimson Corsair was a symbol of the fierce Rebel Pride
Slaves gasped in awe, as the armored steamship came into sight


That bedeviled Union would make all good come to a final End
Millions free, but meaningless, work-drones damned, if foe or friend


But God in his dark wisdom has allowed them to prove worth
Die to earn yer paradise, or submit to be living shame on Earth!


Amazons


Conquistador false oaths not forgotten, thru Mexico they ride
Clear sight on their future, if the vile Union gains more might


Gorgeous'n'deadly riders their battalion joins the losing war
Da right cause is 'em only option, as on 'em honor they swore


Slann masters in their wisdom had tempered with their blood
Twin sisters they create to help thwarting the blue Union flood


On ships of wood and iron they skirmish up to their last breath
For all of 'em da one man who touches 'em unpunished is Death


Opposing Union Demons and steam cannons cooking 'em alive
By each blade and bow, oh with what conviction they did strive


With ever-thinning ranks the tide of war does take its bloody toll
Still to the moment of their death with high spirit did they stroll


Sisterhood and Rebel Pride know they will never see their victory day
Still shining their example of godsworn sacrifice chargin' into da fray!


Wood Elves


Freedom from all oppression, a law governing each equal for 'em all
High ideal or false promise them wood elves heeded the human call!


Priests, medics, and rangers taking up the uniforms of Union Blue
So sad for the deluded Confederacy they now must bloodily undo


Old Grey clashes with Modern Blue, both fighting for their highest goal
Each major battle brave soldiers meet like swine and bull in a butcher's bowl


Their unit stands among trees in silence, as at their generals command
On dark elves & Amazons they've arrows to lose from each snipers hand


Earth Mother drinks much blood these days, but tears fill all their eyes
For no forest-born child ever rejoices, when any true believer bravely dies


Slavery their sin and crime in one, a second trail of tears, law enforcement done
Elf fights Elf, Brother kills Brother, as Sister kills Sister by blade, bow, or gun


Sacred Isha we've many wounds to heal, as too many fallen left to mourn,
Oh celestial Lords, Kurnous & Loec, in what a cruel world we were born


Chaos Beastmen


The hunters stopped coming, as Grey and Blue did go to War
It turned out a major banquet, as each day we raided even more


Khulgar swore Khorne had blessed us, as bloody battle never stopped
We had faith, when upon the Grey or Blue, from ambush we hopped!


Bashing, tearing, clawing for the delicious mystery meat the foe provides
All frenzy and joy, as surely great Khorne to glutton's paradise us guides


From our caves or captured forts we went on each new frenzied killing spree
Villages, towns, entire counties left unguarded, Grey & Blue nowhere to see


Our whelps each smiling at us, skull-totem-poles they build in pious pride
Never again we will doubt that there is blessing in Khornes' good might


Our best females all with bellies swelling, as our hordes can afford to grow
No matter how Khorne split 'em into Grey and Blue to him we gladly bow




Dwarfs


The new mine yields gold'n'iron, but the price is paid in lives
Each tunnel-warden knows that not much longer one survives


Graybeard patrols on duty, lantern and sawed-off shotgun in hand
Vile god Tzeentch ensured the blood-toll for da riches to defend!


With every chaos mutant onslaught new gore decorates each wall
Foul Nurgle, wickedly helpful, ensures we don't enjoy 'em to fall


Graybeard now shows a youngster how blows can make monsters cease
and as by now is needed how to avoid catching each god-send disease


Hardest work and fiercest fighting have ever been the dwarven way
Best workers, smiths'n'soldiers, but “drunks” is all most fellows say


Graybeard has just reloaded, and with lantern one sees, but can't shield
So smack the mutant with the barrel, then shoot head to win the field


The young one is still shaky, but stalwart by his side to turn the tide
Graybeard honors the valor, as on and on they parry, shoot, and fight


Pinkertons' Way


Work-shunning and white collar the underpaid fellow in tweed
One in a legion who get away, for with the town major 'em feed


So the snobs go sleuth on yer smart villains ever greedy for da green
Apache and Comanche say no greater wanna-be-penguins they've seen


Still with their educated standards 'em tend to solve a lot o' subtle crimes
And, as funny, as 'em look, they are da darn best detectives o' their times!


So if ye ain't hollow-headed, and want yer own family earn any decent pay
Go apply, get yer darn costume, and solve each crime the Pinkerton Way


Outwitting da embezzlers, 'em forgers and counterfeiters, for da green'n'law
Their is a righteous streak to that future need big Chief Pinkerton foresaw


Em rigid and 'em royal, each faith-day, see da Pinkerton's kneel to Verena
So have yer opinion, son, but know 'em penguins made da law much keener



Undead


Forced out of black slumber by forbidden words from tomes or priests
Again trapped in torment we vengefully slaughter and feed like beasts


Them Hungry Dead 'em called us, but we come in many different breeds
Sometimes it's adaptation, sometimes it's a reflection of our sinful deeds


Our gluttons live in crypts, and they love to hunt their prey in ravenous packs
Bloodlust, hunger, diseased claws, and paralyzing saliva empower ghoul attacks


Bones rattling at night, on most graveyards the fierce skeleton infantry awakes
Once freed from flesh and tissue one has a grim look unto causes and great sakes


Stench, shock, and the ever-hungry brutal bite that is in what zombies delight
True Nitemare of townsfolk, when from the Fallen they arise as unholy blight


Oh Yuppie beyond 'em ranks of rabble there are 'em who even went to school
Smart Necromancer and the Vampire undo almost any kind of mortal Fool


Da realm of the dead awaits ye all, and we returned to say'n'show it ever true
But at times a grimoire-born return, or vengeance, is a darn jolly thing to do!


Four rode against Nurgle

Four-Hoofed angels darn-well chargin' through da black of night
Upon their backs two doctors who know 'gainst Nurgle 'em ride!


Foul chaos god was tempted, or maybe lured by darn catholic wrath
As he invoked disease t'cum an'plague every Sodomites cursed path


But no urge'n'no darn religion made 'em two dare such gambit at night
Em were husband'n' wife, both knowing modern science on their side!


Few hours time of incubation was left by yer well-learned higher math
If not getting syringed a chaos mutant would claw itself outta each ath


Shallya 'n' Hyppokrates looked upon 'em faithful, with kind'n'holy eyes
Four heroes rode to ensure that due medicine no darn townsfolk dies


Dodge City far behind 'em, hearts-pound due exert, as da seconds count
Sweat pours, breath's drawn hard, a ride tough for da horses 'em mount


The bell-tower alerts folks, as two Doctors risked it all to make a stand
The few survivors tellin' tales about 'em saintly, and the healing hand!



Mostly Work-Notes of the Weird Wild West Nostalgia
Song Lyrics for the Context:

Outlaw by Man'O'War
Cowboy Dreams by Jimmy Nails
Ghost Riders in the Sky performed by Johnny Cash
El Dorado Movie Theme – John Wayne got a good one here!
Last Rebel by the Tattooed Bagpipers at youtube dot com

Films aka Movies I once liked:

1. The Last Outlaw - Goldie with Mickey Rourke
2. Tombstone - Val Kilmer performing darkly-splendid!
3. Nevada Pass - Goldie with Charles Bronson
4. The Shootist, as John Wayne gave it a very mature weariness&death-wish.
5. Young Guns, as once I shared the naive idealism of the youthful spirit.
6. Westworld. Yul Brynner really influenced my life, and made me shriek.
7. Once upon a time in the West. Henry Fonda and Charles Bronson gave greatness to it.

Boardgame
http://www.flyingfrog.net/shadowsofbrimstone/

Another one I learned to like contextually, due the historical truth it holds about the Germany I live in, is: