Post by Zane Burnlight on Feb 17, 2010 12:52:00 GMT -5
When Halo 3: ODST released back in September, I couldn't help but wonder just how close to the airborne of today Orbital Drop Shock Trooper training is. In the spirit of that, I took it upon myself to rewrite the decades old Airborne cadence 'Blood Upon the Risers' for the ODST crowd. And so, without further ado, here it is.
---------------------
‘Blood upon the Risers’
Orbital Drop Shock Trooper training cadence
He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar
“You ain’t gonna drop no more!”
(Chorus)
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
He ain’t gonna drop no more!
“Is everybody ready?” cried the Sergeant looking up,
Our hero feebly answered “yes” and then prepared to drop,
He fell into the inky black, his pod said “Target Locked,”
And he ain’t gonna drop no more.
(Chorus)
He counted long, he counted hard, he waited for the shock,
He felt the shake, he felt the jets, he felt the awful drop,
The plates of his reserve sheared off and boiled in the ‘sphere,
And he ain’t gonna drop no more.
(Chorus)
The Sarge called him up, saw his state, and wished he’d cracked his dome,
The second that the poor boy hit, there’d be nothing, even bones,
The drop-jet pod became his shroud; he hurdled toward the ground,
And he ain’t gonna drop no more.
(Chorus)
The days he’d lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
He thought about the girl back home; the one he’d left behind,
He thought about the medic corps and wondered what they’d find,
And he ain’t gonna drop no more.
(Chorus)
The ambulance was on the spot, the ‘Hogs were running wild,
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled,
For it had been a week or more since last a ‘chute had failed,
And he ain’t gonna drop no more.
(Chorus)
He hit the ground, the sound was “Crash,” debris went flying high,
His comrades, they were hurt to say: “A helluva way to die!”
His pod had busted open and all was left was gore,
And he ain’t gonna drop no more.
(Chorus)
(Slowly, solemnly)
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains within the pod,
Intestines were a-danglin’ in ways best described as “odd,”
He was a mess; they picked him up and poured him from his boots,
And he ain’t gonna drop no more.
Gory, gory what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
He ain’t gonna drop no more!
---------------------
‘Blood upon the Risers’
Orbital Drop Shock Trooper training cadence
He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar
“You ain’t gonna drop no more!”
(Chorus)
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
He ain’t gonna drop no more!
“Is everybody ready?” cried the Sergeant looking up,
Our hero feebly answered “yes” and then prepared to drop,
He fell into the inky black, his pod said “Target Locked,”
And he ain’t gonna drop no more.
(Chorus)
He counted long, he counted hard, he waited for the shock,
He felt the shake, he felt the jets, he felt the awful drop,
The plates of his reserve sheared off and boiled in the ‘sphere,
And he ain’t gonna drop no more.
(Chorus)
The Sarge called him up, saw his state, and wished he’d cracked his dome,
The second that the poor boy hit, there’d be nothing, even bones,
The drop-jet pod became his shroud; he hurdled toward the ground,
And he ain’t gonna drop no more.
(Chorus)
The days he’d lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
He thought about the girl back home; the one he’d left behind,
He thought about the medic corps and wondered what they’d find,
And he ain’t gonna drop no more.
(Chorus)
The ambulance was on the spot, the ‘Hogs were running wild,
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled,
For it had been a week or more since last a ‘chute had failed,
And he ain’t gonna drop no more.
(Chorus)
He hit the ground, the sound was “Crash,” debris went flying high,
His comrades, they were hurt to say: “A helluva way to die!”
His pod had busted open and all was left was gore,
And he ain’t gonna drop no more.
(Chorus)
(Slowly, solemnly)
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains within the pod,
Intestines were a-danglin’ in ways best described as “odd,”
He was a mess; they picked him up and poured him from his boots,
And he ain’t gonna drop no more.
Gory, gory what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
Gory, gory, what a helluva way to die,
He ain’t gonna drop no more!
