The Trophy Bohemia, by Doppelsöldner

The Trophy Bohemia

by Doppelsöldner

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richard_normal another brutal and eerie release by some of the absolute best in the business. Favorite track: My Dreams of War.

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1.	Doppelsöldner 02:56	lyrics	buy track
I fight for coin, it is a brutal craft I sell my sword and carve a bloody path our heavy infantry is splendidly equipped against their cavalry our victory is swift I hold the vanguard with fire and steel leading the armies with fury and zeal superior soldiers, imperial gold warriors bought and victories sold marching for leagues over rivers and hills notches on my armour for counting my kills sword on my shoulder and feather in my cap and on my back my munitions are strapped my many victoms multiply my price I am doppelsöldner, I am paid twice identified by the special weapons that I carry soldier as fortune: mercenary
2.	The Trophy Bohemia 03:40	lyrics	buy track
assorted ephigies amd plethora of trinkets alien insignia of kingdoms lost in time devouring the cultures of defeated rivals we cloth ourselves in esoteric plunder that we find exotica collection our heaps of foreign spoils cloaked in the riches of the weak we parade our decadence, a tropic of indulgence through annihilated nations drained of all their splendor we borrow dead extravagance to entertain our fancies appropriate the heritage surrendered we frolic in the ruins of civilization despoiling the throne of the meek the trophy bohemia inherit the world
3.	Trench Knight 02:19	lyrics	buy track
heavy armour wades through gore carve a path through total war battleaxe and blunderbuss grieves galosh through blood and guts turn the corner kill what lives storm the channels trench by trench bloody tunnels bolt and blade blunted weapons rusted plate
4.	We Are Kings 05:00	lyrics	buy track
my sword has endured many many wars it has carved a kingdom with the victories it won it is my fathers and my fathers fathers sword and when I die it will be given to my son we are fighting men, veterans enthroned warring with our enemies to fortify our homes our legacy of battle is our birthright, our blood our lands shall prosper from the thunder of our guns we are men at arms, warcraft is our trade our families keep our castles by the virtue our blades our legacy of battle is our birthright, our clade our lands shall prosper from the plunder of our raids we shall raid everyday of summer and still our warriors thirst for blood come fall we shall lead our armies home from battle heaping spoils of war beneath our walls we shall feast everyday of winter yet still our stores will overflow come spring we shall lead our armies into battle for we are warriors and kings we are kings!
5.	My Dreams of War 06:46	lyrics	buy track
man is a sword broken against his enemies material fed to the forge branching a molten matrix of death my corpse set on the anvil the mind is hammered into a weapon and put in the animals hand an ocean of flesh weeping miasma of steel a bleeding skeletal web feasting itself on the world strongholds sliding off the edge into the jaws of oblivion a winding succession of walls labyrinthine channels of slaughter throne of the cosmic marauder cut to pieces every day bodies piled to the sky my dreams of war never end the challenge the ultimate form apocalypse I yearn for the end of the world avenging the horrors of life
6.	Those That Still RIde 03:36	lyrics	buy track
the battle finally ends a victory narrowly won in fields of massacred friends drenched in the enemies blood ten thousand men left the capitol one thousand soldiers ride home a cavalcade led by a warrior king nobly defending his throne ah how I yearn to return to the glories I've earned to ride through the gates in our battleworn plate in a shower of petals as all celebrate with trumpets and banners on high in remembrance of those that have died and to honour the sorrows of those that survived those that still ride to be known for all time heroes we're the heroes of lore champions champions of war throughout the land belltowers ring for the end of brutal campaign and for thousands of years they shall sing of the war that was won on this day as the shattered procession continues down the road from the gruesome frontiers our names shall be carved into history and remembered for thousands of years ah how I yearn to return to the glories I've earned to ride through the gates in our battleworn plate in a shower of petals as all celebrate with trumpets and banners on high in remembrance of those that have died and to honour the legend of those that survived those that still ride to be known for all time heroes we're the heroes of lore champions champions of war

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𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘌𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘹 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘬𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘥𝘰-𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘴. 𝘔𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘋𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘺-𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘪. 𝘋𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘯-𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘶𝘨𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘐𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭. 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴.

“It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. That is the way it was and will be. That way and not some other way.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian

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released March 3, 2023

Recorded MMXXIII at The Scriptorium

Isengrim - Greatsword
Lord Tyrant - Battleaxe
Hieronymus - Warhammer

Reinforcements:
Reaver - We Are Kings
Dobbs - My Dreams of War
Abysmal Specter - Those That Still Ride

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