On The March is a ditty written and performed by Beatrice the Bard, a eunuch mercenary, whilst under the employ of Soahc the Deceiver, detailing the Onslaught on Oakfoot.
The windows are a'shattering
The walls writhe with flame
Your wife's skin's a'flaying
She screams from all the pain
Your young maiden daughter
She's not a maid no moooooore
But all in all it's just another day
On the March.
The town crier's a'crying
The town's priest he prays
The townspeople are dying
Their mewling children bray
To Tyrrus they are calling
And so Tyrrus's son he caaaaame
But all in all it's just another day
On the March
The knights they are a'frying
The castle walls they fall
The lord gathers his daughters
In his hallowed hall
He's screaming out for Tyrrus
For hallowed be his naaaaaame
But Soahc the Defiler's
On the March
Heckling hags and spiteful spawn
Fiery mistress, ghost reborn
Shining sword and devil's deals
Assassin's pay- the whole world reels
Betwixt them all
Smiling down
The curse'd devil
With blood wrought crown
Total destruction is our demaaaaarche
As after all, it's another day
On the March
Yes that's right!
Just another day On the March