Brother, May I Have Some Ale? (inspired by Warhammer 40K)

Track: Brother, May I Have Some Ale?
Album: STEAL THIS ALBUM
Artist: ‪@jaxtorm‬ , Barhound, ‪@BardHammerRock‬ , ‪@GrimdarkTavern‬
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🛑 Disclaimer: This song is a fan-made parody and not associated with Games Workshop. All Warhammer 40K references belong to their rightful owners. This content is for satirical and entertainment purposes only.
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📜 Full lyrics:
Brother, may I have some ale?
Just a cup, to rest and regale.
Your mead flows rich, your kegs divine,
And our Librarian forgot his wine.
A drop to toast the Allfather’s might—
Ignore the fact our mugs stay tight.

And why must we share our ale with you, raven brother?

We heard you fought some chitinous freaks,
On an ice moon plagued for weeks.
We brought our scrolls and psychic blades,
Then catalogued their hive-born raids.
While you were busy in icy brawls,
We “safeguarded” your brewery halls.
And afterward, as thanks for aid,
We accidentally cleaned them dry... and fled.

Brother, may I have some ale?
We fought, we bled, we did not bail.
Just one sip for our valor's tale,
Ignore the smell of empty pail.
We toast your wolves with honored cheer—
Also, where went your casks of beer?

It's been missing since your arrival.
So, tell me, why must we share our ale with you again, raven brother?

You tracked a daemon engine's flight,
Through ruined stars and endless night.
We joined your hunt with psychic flair,
And summoned storms from broken air.
As you fought steel beasts ablaze,
We cracked your vaults in “research phase.”
We sealed the rift, the threat undone—
And your mead stocks vanished, every single one.

Brother, may I have some ale?
We sealed a daemon inside its shell.
For service grand and fate unchained,
A single keg is fair exchange!
Though we did drink... nine or ten—
What’s lost to math, we toast again!

That's it. We shall never share our ale with you again, raven brother!

Wait! A relic's gone, the Fang-blade lost,
Entombed in snow and permafrost.
You called for aid, and we appeared,
With servo-skulls and logic geared.
We found the blade, your saga praised,
And then your mead hall was... reappraised.
In helping you, we dug too deep—
And drank the last vat in your keep.

Sorry about that. But-

Brother, may I have some ale?
Our logic’s sound, it cannot fail.
We found your sword, we shared your fight,
Surely now, a tankard’s right.
You say it’s gone? That’s very odd...
We blame a Tau. Or maybe a god.

It's you bloody red magpies. Don't ask for our ale ever again, raven brother!
Honestly- it wasn't us. Also-

A green-skin horde had stormed your gate,
With crude machines and dakka hate.
We flanked their boss with deadly grace,
And “requisitioned” your drinking space.
Your Great Hall stood once full and proud,
Now just echoes, sad and loud.
But the 'WAAAGH!' is dead, and order reigns!
Say bye to our barrel acquisition chaplains.

Brother, may I have some ale?
Or what's left in that cracked old pail?
We fought with wolves, side by side,
Surely now, a keg can't hide?
You say your hall is dry and bleak—
Well, next time hide it from mystique.

And so we leave, your vats all bare,
But with your honor in the air.
We saved your relics, fought your foes,
And “borrowed” drinks where friendship grows.
You call us thieves, but that’s not fair—
We preserve your ale with scholar care.
And if you're dry when next we meet,
We’ll bring your own stash, cold and neat.

We raise your mugs in reverent cheer,
We cataloged your finest beer.
If ever you’re in need again,
Just summon your red-robed, ale-fueled friends.
We never steal, we never bail—
We simply strategically transfer ale.

Oh, yeah!

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🛑AI Disclosure: Some elements of this track were enhanced using AI. Vocals and instruments are AI-assisted. My natural voice is smoother, and I primarily play acoustic rhythm and percussive guitar. The final mix includes AI-generated enhancements and additional instrumentation. Lyrics are written by me. I occasionally use ChatGPT for editing, proofing or rhyming help.