Miller the Headless Merchant Fighter | Heroes | Lyrics

The story of Miller Merchant is often fraught with betrayal and cutthroat backstabbing from many people. From members and non-members, - often premiums - who sell them out to gain the acceptance of the manipulative and downright evil people. Sometimes, those who sell Miller out do it for some of the most stupidest agendas and ridiculous lies with the most blatant double standards that truly boggle the mind.
From corrupt admins, immoral opportunists inside and out and social butterflies who would sacrifice principles for politics and the truth for niceties; this experience has left a marked psychological distrust and contempt for premiums & admins to the point where they're seen as undeserving of even being called human beings by certain members of the clan.
There are many people in the UNKNOWN [?] Trading Company who have experienced the moral and technical incompetence of their enemies; and this shared story and suffering is a hallmark of the clan experience that became a fundamental part of the clan identity.
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The Heroes Album is dedicated to Miller Merchant(often just called Miller), which is old clan slang for a traditional member of the UNKNOWN [?] Trading Company that may include her Imperial and Commonwealth members. They're the brave men and women who slog it out and do the job that needs to be done, often going about unnoticed and unpraised, many times simply content with service and sitting by quietly waiting for the next mission.
Historically filled with volunteers and generally fewer in number, the Company Miller is seen as more reliable, skilled, and far more competent both morally and technically than their premium counterparts whom they look upon with contempt, disdain and pity.
Music: Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner, composed by Warren Zevon, original rendition.
LYRICS:
Miller was a warrior, from the Clan and the Kaiser’s Son
With an Arbreton for hire, fighting to be done
The deal was made in Lorfaul on a dark and stormy day
So he set out for Al Hasa to join the bloody fray...
In ten and three to fourteen, they fought the Southern War;
With their fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore,
For days and nights they battled the Admins to their knees..!
They killed to earn their living and to answer the gamemode’s pleas...
Miller the Merchant Fighter!
Miller the Merchant Fighter!
Some others fought beside him - Paul Premyum and the rest...
But of all the PvPers, Miller was the best!
So the Server Staff decided they wanted Miller’s head...
That son-of-a-bitch Paul Premyum backstabbed Miller dead!
Miller the headless Merchant Fighter..!
(Time, time, time for another peaceful war)
UNKNOWN [?]'s bravest Son!
(But time stands still for Miller til’ he evens up the score!)
They can still see his headless body stalking through the night!
In the muzzle flash of Miller's Arbreton
In the muzzle flash of Miller's Arbreton
Miller searched the continents for the man who'd done him in...
He found him in Toronto, in a classroom studyin’.
Miller aimed his Arbreton - he didn't say a word
But he blew Paul Premyum's body from there to St. Petersburg
Miller the headless Merchant Fighter
Miller the headless Merchant Fighter
Miller the headless Merchant Fighter
Talkin' about the man
The eternal Merchant Fighter
Still wandering through the night
Now it's nine years later but he still keeps up the fight...
In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley
Reggie White heard the Might of Miller's Arbreton and bought it