March of Sunnydale
Adapted from the Heather Alexander filk "March of Cambreadth"
Imagine this as sung by Vi:
Axes flash, broadswords swing, stakes pierce the hearts of evil things
Stand the line as we must, fight the bastards until they're dust,
Slayer's blood falls to the stones, fight to keep this world our own,
Sound the horn and call the cry, how many vamps can we make die?
Follow your sisters brave and bold, make their demon blood run cold,
Fight until you die or drop, for the Slayers will not stop,
Close your mind to fear and pain, fight until you're no longer sane,
Let not one damn vamp pass you by, how many of them can we make die?
Guard the innocent safe and well, send these hordes back to hell,
Teach them the fury of the Chosen One, that their plans are dead and done,
Swing your blade and use your head, fight until every demon is dead,
Raise the Scythe up to the sky, how many vamps can we make die?
Dawn has broke, dust fills the air, to your sisters render care,
Bind our wounds and laugh with delight, for we have survived another night,
We'll win the war and pay the toll, fighting as one with heart and soul,
Sound the horn and call the cry, how many vamps have we made die?
Imagine this as sung by Vi:
Axes flash, broadswords swing, stakes pierce the hearts of evil things
Stand the line as we must, fight the bastards until they're dust,
Slayer's blood falls to the stones, fight to keep this world our own,
Sound the horn and call the cry, how many vamps can we make die?
Follow your sisters brave and bold, make their demon blood run cold,
Fight until you die or drop, for the Slayers will not stop,
Close your mind to fear and pain, fight until you're no longer sane,
Let not one damn vamp pass you by, how many of them can we make die?
Guard the innocent safe and well, send these hordes back to hell,
Teach them the fury of the Chosen One, that their plans are dead and done,
Swing your blade and use your head, fight until every demon is dead,
Raise the Scythe up to the sky, how many vamps can we make die?
Dawn has broke, dust fills the air, to your sisters render care,
Bind our wounds and laugh with delight, for we have survived another night,
We'll win the war and pay the toll, fighting as one with heart and soul,
Sound the horn and call the cry, how many vamps have we made die?