preview of a death korps song made by StringStorm
Lyrics so far:
Only a child, from the womb of a machine
Harvested from tank, like waking from a sleep
Born with me, from the first breath that I take:
“Know their mistakes”.
A world that found redemption through a planet’s dying lungs,
That witnessed all the fire that blotted out the sun,
Through the Purge could it begin to be undone,
What they had done.
There is no glory or greatness found here
No tales of valiance or of courage over fear.
This is the fate of the deserving warzone fodder-
Those born with sin and live without honor.
By every passing day, the ranks grow ever thinner;
This is as it should be. Here, corpses are the winners.
Survival of the fittest, our deaths have been assigned-
And I choose mine.
I guess one of my ideas as a life would be to live out in the wilderness, digging a trench, with a rifle, a gasmask, a helmet, greatcoat, boots and gloves, and just sitting there, I would live in a trench, and breathe trench warfare.
The ideology of the Death Korps is something I at times find myself resonating with.
In life, war. In death, peace. In life, shame. In death, atonement
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