Yeah, I know those are no Nuns with Bolters, but at least they are dancing… and I really like this video anyway “Bread, Fish and Rock ‘n Roll”…
Well, with my new PC running (and running smoothly, I might add) it seems I am back into business… and time to write done some things that came to my mind during the last weeks and days…
My friend Boswell gave me a nice bee in my bonnet. He sent me the following music
and suggested that it would be just the perfect parody music for the Sisters of Battle marching to war. The funny thing is that of course I knew this song quite well, they used to play it quite often on the radio (still do, perhaps) when I was a kid. So I knew the sound, I knew the feel – but neither did I knew the singer or the lyrics nor would I have ever guessed that it would fit (on a dystopian parody level) to 40K. It’s always astonishing as how much music we listen to, subconsciously, without ever caring about it and then, suddenly, you get the idea and everything just makes sense.
So we have this splendidly annoying song, “Dominique” by Jeanne Deckers, better known as “Soeur Sourire” (Sister Smile) or “The Singing Nun”. As in itself, it is a happy little chanson sung in a strange, partly chirping, partly pretty rough voice on Santo Domingo, the founder of the monastic order of the same name. And with him (and them) being inquisitors of their own right, there is a fine connection on that matter between them and the Witch Hunters of the 40K universe.
Well, the original french lyrics are here, and here with english translation. Actually, those lyrics are far more religious than the official english lyrics that were sung by Debbie Reynolds in that strange movie they did back in 1966… so let’s get to my 40K-version. Fortunately, Dominique can be a female name, too, so there is no problem associating (and keeping) that signature line “Dominique-a-nique-nique” for my song, too. So, here is the Refrain in my version
Refrain
Dominique, nique, nique,
Come get your bolter in your hand,
For there is work to do.
We’ll burn heretics at the stake
All for the Emperors good faith
For the Emp-e-rors good faith!
Like the original I tried to do seven stanzas for the song. I have to admit I couldn’t always keep up the original rhyme scheme of ABAB. Often I ended up with ABCB instead. And some of the rhymes are quite silly, or repetitive but then that’s just like the original. Besides, if we consider the dystopian background of 40K, I won’t think the “real” Sisters of Battle ever get enough time to think about literary merits…
1
We are led by faith and fury
Our prayers are divine
So it’s always sure, we
Will be just as furious as fine
(Refrain)
2
If a planet’s in disorder
And heretics are abound
We will kill them for their
Freedom until no one’s here around
(Refrain)
3
Exorcists and Immolators
Seraphim and Sisters all
Give no chances for those traitors
And the heresy shall fall.
(Refrain)
4
But of course we won’t be girly
And we don’t like playing fair
One heretic? All heretics!
We’ll kill every person there
(Refrain)
5
With bombardments and with bolter
We’ll cleanse every life that’s there
With no life left to get tempted
Our mission’s goal is fair.
(Refrain)
6
For some dreadful bad heretics
We’ll show how we’ll put them in
For those insulent fanatics
There’s our Penitent Engine.
(Refrain)
7
Come get this song a finish
‘Cause I’m afraid we have to go
There are mutants and heretics
Wherever we shall – and will! – go
(Refrain)
Of course if I were a singer or good with editing videos, I would present you the ultimate video, consisting of my singing (or, better, the singing of some nice girl or woman – my own voice is more like that of a rusty steel door) and featuring scenes from that Debbie Reynolds movie
And I would mix in some senseless 40K violence, which of course would have to be shot anew – don’t know any decent Witchhunter movie out there… probably something of that kind, only with bolters…
Wouldn’t that just be one great music video?
And, yeah, thinking about stuff like that makes me look like some stupid fanboy… but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, I guess…
