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LiteratureArmageddon"Heroes of Armageddon! You have withstood the evil savagery of the Orks, and they have nothing left for you to fear. So raise high the black banners of vengeance. Now it is our time." Commissar Sebastian Yarrick - Before us, a raging green springtide, Behind us, our Stormswords advance. The metal reflects in the sunlight, Above us, the Valkyries dance. Artillery guns break their silence, The Legion of Steel marches on. We drown them in shells and in violence, Until – in this battle – we’ve won. The air’s filled with deafening thunder, The rumbling is drowing their screams. We’re tearing the frontline asunder, The lasgun barrage shines and gleams. The smokescreen’s obscuring our vision, The tracks of our Lemans push through. The sky’s filled with toxic emmission, Imperial judgement is due. Beside us, the Death Korps is riding, The ground shakes from horses and tanks. In unbound momentum we’re striding, We're thinning their filth-ridden ranks. The gasmasks are alwaysLiteratureFlandernschlachtenMan sagte einst, das Schwert entscheide, Dass sonst der Leib des Volkes leide Und dass der Nachbar uns beneide, Nun liegt der Körper auf der Heide In einem aufgewühlten Grab. Die Hölle ist ein Feld in Flandern, Hier sterben wir und auch die Ander’n Wo uns‘re Gräben sich mäandern Und Stacheldraht das Land umwarb. Seit Stahlgewitter erstmal krachten Und wir mit uns das Unheil brachten, Bleibt uns in Ypern nur das Schlachten Und wo dereinst noch Kinder lachten, Ist Chlorgas nun der Stunde Kind. Die Blinden folgen hier den Blinden, Den wohl versproch’nen Ruhm zu finden Und doch sich nur im Matsch zu winden, Wo blut‘ges Wasser nie verrinnt. Vier Schlachten müssen wir ertragen, Der Menschlichkeit in uns entsagen Und jede Nacht den Ausfall wagen, Wo viele schon dem Krieg erlagen Und starben tief im Niemandsland. Australier, Franzosen, Briten, Die Deutschen und noch mehr gerieten Schon in die Mühle und beknieten Den Himmel, der im Qualm verschwand. Wir werfen uns dem FeindLiteratureWallensteinThe mighty lion leaves the north, From midnight he is leaping. Like thunderclouds the Swedes come forth, Through war-torn lands they’re sweeping. Vienna trembles, Munich’s lost, The empire is shaking. To hold their ground at any cost The god of war they’re waking. A second time he takes command To fuel his great ambition. A mercenary army grand Shall aid him in his mission. Like Mars he rides across the field To smash the occupation. In heavy fog he makes them yield To free the holy nation. Dragoons and landsknechts, musketeers Are fighting blind and shrouded. The cannons roar, the bullets pierce In Lützen, dim andLiteratureWorld Eater - The Nightingale IWalking through this giant hall, Drawn to the end in fright. This is the journey to your fall, Across the room, a distant light. You bow to it, to him, to her, Your master out of time. Flying from it's shard-like lair, Up to the stratosphere you climb. The world is burning, fires glow On blackened, furrowed grounds. You fly on wings of death, a crow, The herald of the doomsday's hounds. The planetside is ripped in two, The madman-legions marching. Your victory and doom is due, The cosmos in contortion arching. The sounds of war becoming still, Just silence and the wind. You stand alone atop this hill, A shadowblade, a human's hint. BeforLiteratureMisery 'Twixt Empty Skies (Endwalker Spoilers)"Greetings… do not be alarmed - I mean you no harm. I wish only to hear your words, share your feelings, know your thoughts. May we please… be friends?" Your fragile wings take endless skies And even though I thought me wise, I sent you forth with hopeful eyes, To find the truth we’re seeking. From distant star to distant star, You soared so high and came so far, To search the cosmos black as tar, But why do I hear shrieking? The answer seeps from high above. Now tell me, tell me, little dove: Can peace be found? And is there love Out there, where you’ve been seeking? Is there a reason to go on? Or is all else already gone? Explain the insight you have won, Stop crying and stop shrieking. There’s naught out there, there’s just the black, A path to ruin every track, A void that let’s all reason crack, And hopelessness in seeking. The skies are empty, quiet and still, The silence roars so loud and shrill, All hope’s in vain and life’s an ill, Between the dead I’mLiteratureValkyrjar (English)The ravens always follow when Their flight begins anew. They're riding through the heaven's glen When death and doom are due. They're searching for the fallen ones Across the fields of blight And carrying the bravest sons, The men who've earned the right. With thunder and with sparking hoofs Along the stars it goes. They're passing by the township's roofs On ways that Odin shows. On whitest wings, like snowfall pale, In armor made of gold, They travel on the rainbow trail To Asgard's noble hold. The sisters ride through rolling clouds Atop the heaven's arch. Above the sea, the land and shrouds The Valkyries will march. Their gaze is like auLiteratureAbove the Azure SkiesPut your goggles down, my friend, We're going on a trip! Around the world and to it's end, Inside my cosmic aether ship. The engine starts and purrs content, The steam filled boilers shaking. The tinkered arms spread out and bend, While my iron hawk is waking. Far away, in open skies, Where the westwind-falcon flies, To the realm of floating lands, Of unbound highs and drifting strands. On shiny wings of copper gold, We're gliding on the upwinds bold. The abbey of the ravens waits, The castle in the air. And while the wind of fury fades, We see the roofs of Steamtown flare. Countless buildings fill the sea, The ocean of the stars. And whi