Editing Grimdark Songwriting (section)

===Harvey Andrews: British Soldier===
In a spaceport in the city a young guardsman stood<br/>
Talking to the natives there if they would<br/>
Some just stared in hatred, and others turned in pain<br/>
And the lonely guardsman boy wished he was home again<br/>

Come join glorious guard! Said the posters in his block<br/>
See new worlds and have your fun and serve your emperor<br/>
His skills were surely lacking and his family had to eat<br/>
So he took the emperors oath and enlisted for up to fight<br/>

For there was no fear of fighting, to the conquered he’d be sent<br/>
Just ten years getting paid to watch<br/>
Then leave a glorious victor, a man who’d made the grade<br/>
A medal and some land, and memories in trade<br/>

Then came the call of Tash’ren, as it had come before<br/>
Another bloody chapter in an unending war<br/>
The people stood on both sides, the people they stood behind<br/>
Another fight in futilities name, the weak against the blind<br/>

The guardsman stood between them, between the whistling stones<br/>
And then the broken bottles, that lead to more patrols<br/>
The crude bombs that burnt him, the nails that pierced his skin<br/>
And wish he’d just stayed home, working with his friends<br/>

The starport filled with people the guardsman soon was bored<br/>
But better in the port than where the soldiers warred<br/>
The room filled up with the xenos females, their younglings in tow<br/>
Who stared with itchy fingers at the guardsman and his gun<br/>

A yell of fear a pulse of engines the shattering of glass<br/>
The window of the port broke to let the package pass<br/>
A scream came from the defeated as they ran towards the door<br/>
Dragging their younglings crying from the charge upon the floor<br/>

The guardsman stood and could not move, his gun he could not use<br/>
He knew the bomb had seconds and not minutes on the fuse<br/>
He could not run and pick it up and throw it in the street<br/>
There were far too many people there, too many running feet<br/>

Take cover! yelled the guardsman, Take cover for your lives<br/>
And the Aliens threw down their young and stood before their wives<br/>
They turned towards the soldier their eyes alive with fear<br/>
For the greater good’s sake, save our children or they'll end their short lives here<br/>

The guardsman ran towards the bomb his stomach like a stone<br/>
Why was this his battle in the emperors name, why was he alone<br/>
He lay down on the package and he murmured one farewell<br/>
To those at home in Nimbossa to those he loved so well<br/>

He saw the sights of harvest felt the wind upon his brow<br/>
The young girls in the munitorum parks, how precious were they now<br/>
The soaring of the sw’it the beauty of the swilope<br/>
The music of the cheering choir so soon would it be gone<br/>

A muffled soft explosion and the room began to quake<br/>
The guardsman blown across the floor, his blood a crimson lake<br/>
There was no time to cry or shout there was no time to moan<br/>
And they turned their children's faces from the blood and from the bones<br/>

The crowd outside soon gathered and the chimeras came<br/>
To carry off the body of a pawn lost in the game<br/>
And the crowd they clapped and cheered and they sang their heretical song<br/>
One guardsman less to interfere where he did not belong<br/>

And will the young growing up learn at their mothers' knees<br/>
The story of the guardsman who bought their lives<br/>
Who used his youthful body as a means towards an end<br/>
Who gave his life to those who called him murderer not friend<br/>