Editing Grimdark Songwriting (section)

===[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFRa0KZsGhc Boltgun]===
To the hive of Agua Frias came a stranger one grim day<br/>
Hardly spoke to the Arbites, didn't have too much to say<br/>
No one dared to slit his purse-strings, no one dared to make a slip<br/>
for the black-clad man among them had a boltgun on his hip<br/>
Boltgun on his hip<br/>

It was early in the morning when he landed at the 'port<br/>
And he spent his day in houses of a foul and darkling sort<br/>
He's a heretic from offworld came the whisper from each lip<br/>
And he's here to weave some chaos with the boltgun on his hip<br/>
Boltgun on his hip<br/>

In this town there lived a ganger by the name of Nocturne Red<br/>
Many Judges tried to take him and those men of law were dead<br/>
He was vicious and augmented at the age of one-oh-four<br/>
And the notches on his laslocks numbered ten and fourscore more<br/>
Ten and fourscore more<br/>

Now the stranger started showing there, to all the folks around<br/>
A strange brooch of foreign metal, Gothic I in silver bound<br/>
He came here on bitter business, to leave all the sinners dead<br/>
And on the list of purge-ed was the name of Nocturne Red<br/>
The name of Nocturne Red<br/>

Wasn't long before the rumors were relayed to Nocturne Red<br/>
But the ganger didn't worry- he would leave the 'quis'tor dead<br/>
Ninety men had tried to end him, ninety men had made a slip<br/>
Ninety one would be the 'quistor with the boltgun on his hip<br/>
Boltgun on his hip<br/>

It was thirty-seven minutes 'fore the 'quistor found his prey<br/>
They met in a darkened fac'try where the bravest feared to stray<br/>
Scum were watching from the gantries, mutie creatures held their breath<br/>
they hoped this holy agent was about to meet his death<br/>
about to meet his death<br/>

There was forty feet between them when they stopped to make their play<br/>
And the swiftness of the 'quistor is still talked about today<br/>
Nocturne Red had not cleared plasteel fore a boltshell fairly tore<br/>
And the 'quistors aim was blessed by Our Holy Emperor<br/>
Our holy Emperor<br/>

It was over in a moment and the final cleanse began<br/>
Mutant scum were cut down righteous, brightly burning as they ran<br/>
For the stranger brought stormtroopers and the Hive had made a slip<br/>
None escapes the Emperor's 'quistor with a boltgun on his hip<br/>
Boltgun on his hip<br/>

Boltgun, Mars Boltgun<br/>

None escapes the Emperor's 'quistor with a boltgun on his hip<br/>
Boltgun on his hip<br/>