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The Trophy Bohemia

by Doppelsรถldner

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1.
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 doppelsรถldner, I am paid twice identified by the special weapons that I carry soldier as fortune: mercenary
2.
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.
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
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.
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.
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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๐˜‹๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด, ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ฎ๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜บ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ด. ๐˜Œ๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜น ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฑ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ-๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด. ๐˜”๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฐ ๐˜‹๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜บ-๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Ž๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜“๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช. ๐˜‹๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ-๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ž๐˜ช๐˜ป๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ, ๐˜๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ข๐˜ญ. ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ค ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ฎ, ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜บ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด.

โ€œIt 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.โ€
โ€• 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

ยฉ โ„— MMXXIII, PSEUDOCORP. All rights reserved.

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