The Virulian Enclave

[Evan_]

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Pastor Balthazaar's fine and true history.
A song for two organs an alt and a bass choir.


There was a Tribe living in the Carrera wasteland for many Generations.
The wasteland was lack of Life, so they Starved.
Seven years they Starved. They did Fear the Soldiers.
The Soldiers didnt gave them Food for they were no Trained.

So they hunted animals sneaky lil lizards
And the days passed like clouds and such.

Young Balthazaar did not understand.
Machines flew to Heavens, while we dug the sand.
The tribesman told to him they say that we no Train.
What ever that mean That we dont know how to Train.

Balthazaar was thinking stubborn fella he was
He wanted to fly to Heaven, tell Hello to God.

So he told the other man I show you how to Train.
And he Hit the guy so bad that he was Dead on scene.
Balthazaar was Shouting
Work thy Body, Praise thy God and ya be Traind!

So they startd to Hit each other, and praise thy God
That no true we eat each others, thats not how it was.

So be the Trained Tribe. They raid. They take. They Praise.
The soldiers learn to Fear them. They take captives. They ask captives.
Noone realy know what Happens with captives. So they flee.
The True Belivers o da Tribe are still standing.

What to do? They ask We have Food, we have Guns.
We could live forever here! So wonderful it is.

No! Shouts Balthazaar Haventh ya Strong in Faith?
These machines are work of God, they make us insta-praised!
Get those engines Working, en-route to Heaven, leave ugly Crete!
And the Tribe and Balthazaar has driventh to Heee-eee-a-a-ven.

So Sad he was the only one who survived the passing Legate
That was Pastor Balthazaar's Fine and True history.

Amen.

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