Ironsides Family/Armstrong/Battle Hymn

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Once again, another Fontanese song of patriotism by the Hero of Democracy, Sir Armstrong Ironsides. This one is dedicated to the armies of Fontan, who's victories against the many tyrannic enemies of Fontan, and the return of Bruck, has inspired this Hero time again.

It was first sung in a drinking hole in Bruck to the troop leaders of the takeover.

(Tune is "Battle Hymn of the Republic")

Battle Hymn of the Democracy


We do battle where our enemies may say

They fall over as our swords finely fillet

There is no match for the coming of Fontan

As victory was ours all along.


Glory, glory Democracy!
Glory, glory, glory Democracy!
Glory, glory Democracy!
As Democracy triumphs on.


Tears of pain will fall down from their eyes

Cheers of our joy will rise up to the skies

Fontan will prevail no matter how they try

As the armies battle on.


Glory, glory Democracy!
Glory, glory, glory Democracy!
Glory, glory, Democracy!
As Democracy triumphs on.


In the end the Confederacy will know their place

There’s space reserved for them deep below in hell’s disgrace

We must stay true and rightly genuine

As Democracy defeats them on.


Glory, glory Democracy!
Glory, glory, glory Democracy!
Glory, glory, Democracy!
As Democracy triumphs on.


From the Duchy of Westmoor to the border of Caligus

To the end of Ol’Rancagua or the step of Elven’rus

Fontan will fight mighty and with everything he’s got

As we keep up warring on.


Glory, glory Democracy!
Glory, glory, glory Democracy!
Glory, glory, Democracy!
As Democracy triumphs on.


Our enemies think they’re winning and are sucking their boons

But when it’s all over they’ll be nothing but baboons

Patriots and Democrats make sure to remember truth

As Democracy proves they’re wrong.


Glory, glory Democracy!
Glory, glory, glory Democracy!
Glory, glory, Democracy!
As Democracy triumphs on.


Sing with me nobles we’re united by our flag

Be proud Fontanese and never let it lag

Our days of glory are beyond anything we can see

So remember to keep singing on.


Glory, glory Democracy!
Glory, glory, glory Democracy!
Glory, glory, Democracy!
As Democracy triumphs on.


And so Democracy will triumph on!