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Doppelsรถldner
02:56
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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
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The Trophy Bohemia
03:40
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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
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Trench Knight
02:19
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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
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4. |
We Are Kings
05:00
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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!
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5. |
My Dreams of War
06:46
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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
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6. |
Those That Still RIde
03:36
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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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