This storyboard example shows the trailer for Gears of War. This trailer featured the song "Mad World", and helped create a successful launch for the series. The games are great, but no doubt the trailer helped a lot.
Down the world with Marna!That's the life for me!Wandering with the wandering wind,Vagabond and unconfined!Roving with the roving rainIts unboundaried domain!Kith and kin of wander-kind,Children of the sea!Petrels of the sea-drift!Swallows of the lea!Arabs of the whole wide girthOf the wind-encircled earth!In all climes we pitch our tents,Cronies of the elements,With the secret lords of birthIntimate and free.All the seaboard knows usFrom Fundy to the Keys;Every bend and every creekOf abundant Chesapeake;Ardise hills and Newport covesAnd the far-off orange groves,Where Floridian oceans break,Tropic tiger seas.Down the world with Marna,Tarrying there and here!Just as much at home in SpainAs in Tangier or Touraine!Shakespeare's Avon knows us well,And the crags of Neufchâtel;And the ancient Nile is fainOf our coming near.Down the world with Marna,Daughter of the air!Marna of the subtle grace,And the vision in her face!Moving in the measures trodBy the angels before God!With her sky-blue eyes amazeAnd her sea-blue hair!Marna with the trees' lifeIn her veins a-stir!Marna of the aspen heartWhere the sudden quivers start!Quick-responsive, subtle, wild!Artless as an artless child,Spite of all her reach of art!Oh, to roam with her!Marna with the wind's will,Daughter of the sea!Marna of the quick disdain,Starting at the dream of stain!At a smile with love aglow,At a frown a statued woe,Standing pinnacled in painTill a kiss sets free!Down the world with Marna,Daughter of the fire!Marna of the deathless hope,Still alert to win new scopeWhere the wings of life may spreadFor a flight unhazarded!Dreaming of the speech to copeWith the heart's desire!Marna of the far questAfter the divine!Striving ever for some goalPast the blunder-god's control!Dreaming of potential yearsWhen no day shall dawn in fears!That's the Marna of my soul,Wander-bride of mine!
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Shipmate, leave the ghostly shadows,Where thy boon companions throng!We will put to sea togetherThrough the twilight with a song.Leering closer, rank and girding,In this Black Port where we bide,Reel a thousand flaring faces;But escape is on the tide.Let the tap-rooms of the cityReek till the red dawn comes round.There is better wine in plentyOn the cruise where we are bound.I've aboard a hundred messmatesBetter than these 'long-shore knaves.There is wreckage on the shallows;It's the open sea that saves.Hark, lad, dost not hear it calling?That's the voice thy father knew,When he took the King's good cutlassIn his grip, and fought it through.Who would palter at press-moneyWhen he heard that sea-cry vast?That's the call makes lords of lubbers,When they ship before the mast.Let thy cronies of the tavernKeep their kisses bought with gold;On the high seas there are regionsWhere the heart is never old,Where the great winds every morningSweep the sea-floor clean and white,And upon the steel-blue archesBurnish the great stars of night;There the open hand will lose not,Nor the loosened tongue betray.Signed, and with our sailing orders,We will clear before the day;On the shining yards of heavenSee a wider dawn unfurled....The eternal slaves of beautyAre the masters of the world.
Spearmen, shout for Gamelbar,With his Saxon thirty score!Heave a swordFor our overlord,Lord of warriors, Gamelbar!Life for Gamel,Love for Gamel,Lady-loves for Gamelbar!Horsemen, shout for Gamelbar!Swim the ford and climb the scaur!Heave a handFor the maiden land,The maiden land of Gamelbar!Glory for Gamel,Gold for Gamel,Yellow gold for Gamelbar!Armorers for Gamelbar,Rivet and forge and fear no scar!Heave a hammerWith anvil clamor,To weld and brace for Gamelbar!Ring for Gamel!Rung for Gamel!Ring-rung-ring for Gamelbar!Yeomen, shout for Gamelbar,And his battle-hand in war!Heave his pennon;Cheer his men on,In the ranks of Gamelbar!Strength for Gamel,Song for Gamel,One war-song for Gamelbar!Roncliffe, shout for Gamelbar!Menthorpe, Bryan, Castelfar!Heave, ThorparchOf the Waving Larch,And Spofford's thane, for Gamelbar!Blaise for Gamel,Brame for Gamel,Rougharlington for Gamelbar!Maidens; strew for GamelbarRoses down his way to war!Heave a handful,Fill the land fullOf your gifts to Gamelbar!Dream of Gamel,Dance for Gamel,Dance in the halls for Gamelbar!Servitors, shout for Gamelbar!Roast the ox and stick the boar!Heave a boneTo gaunt Harone,The great war-hound of Gamelbar!Mead for Gamel,Mirth for Gamel,Mirth at the board for Gamelbar!Trumpets, speak for Gamelbar!Blare as ye never blared before!Heave a brayIn the horns to-day,The red war-horns of Gamelbar!To-night for Gamel,The North for Gamel,With fires on the hills for Gamelbar!Shout for Gamel, Gamelbar,Till your throats can shout no more!Heave a cryAs he rideth by,Sons of Orm, for Gamelbar!Folk for Gamel,Fame for Gamel,Years and fame for Gamelbar!
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The same prejudices, which were indulged thus early, exist in common circulation at the present day. Certain learned societies have, it is true, with laudable diligence, endeavored to investigate and record the real characters and manners of the Indian tribes; the American government, too, has wisely and humanely exerted itself to inculcate a friendly and forbearing spirit towards them and to protect them from fraud and injustice.52 The current opinion of the Indian character, however, is too apt to be formed from the miserable hordes which infest the frontiers and hang on the skirts of the settlements. These are too commonly composed of degenerate beings, corrupted and enfeebled by the vices of society, without being benefited by its civilization. That proud independence which formed the main pillar of savage virtue has been shaken down, and the whole moral fabric lies in ruins. Their spirits are humiliated and debased by a sense of inferiority, and their native courage cowed and daunted by the superior knowledge and power of their enlightened neighbors. Society has advanced upon them like one of those withering airs that will sometimes breed desolation over a whole region of fertility. It has enervated their strength, multiplied their diseases, and superinduced upon their original barbarity the low vices of artificial life. It has given them a thousand superfluous wants, whilst it has diminished their means of mere existence. It has driven before it the animals of the chase, who fly from the sound of the axe and the smoke of the settlement and seek refuge in the depths of remoter forests and yet untrodden wilds. Thus do we too often find the Indians on our frontiers to be the mere wrecks and remnants of once powerful tribes, who have lingered in the vicinity of the settlements and sunk into precarious and vagabond existence. Poverty, repining and hopeless poverty, a canker of the mind unknown in savage life, corrodes their spirits and blights every free and noble quality of their natures. They become drunken, indolent, feeble, thievish, and pusillanimous. They loiter like vagrants about the settlements, among spacious dwellings replete with elaborate comforts, which only render them sensible of the comparative wretchedness of their own condition. Luxury spreads its ample board before their eyes, but they are excluded from the banquet. Plenty revels over the fields, but they are starving in the midst of its abundance; the whole wilderness has blossomed into a garden, but they feel as reptiles that infest it. 2ff7e9595c
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