Krieg (Warhammer 40k Metal Song)

A short story of Krieg
Palaces rise tall and grand
Prosperity across the land
Rich and thriving it stood tall
Krieg was shining over all
Market streets bustling loud
Noble houses standing proud
Wealth and power in their hands
On the surface of these lands
Golden dreams in endless miles
We were kings in lavish styles
In gold halls laughter echoes
But behind the hubris grows
In the heart of hives so grand
We took matters in our hands
Renounced the old Imperium
Found our own millennium
We are Krieg
We are free
From the chains of old decree
Stand our ground
Hear the sound
Rebel souls we are unbound
Ferrograd the fortress strong
Imperial guard where we belong
Through the ash and dust we fight
For the Emperor's holy light
Colonel Jurten takes command
In the hive we make our stand
Bombs fall the ground shakes
In the battle no one breaks
Sheltering dreams in the fallen dust
In Jurten's hands we place our trust
Krieg’s fate decided cold
Order given brave but bold
Sacrifice for future bright
In the dark a blinding light
World in ashes skies so grey
Colonel Jurten’s fateful day
Emperor’s Ascension calls
Nuclear wind through the walls
Ashes rise where cities laid
Blistered ground where children played
Divine decree must be obeyed
Treachery must be repaid
In darkness we were born anew
To the throne we swore true
Every battle scar we’ve gained
Is penance for the treachery stained
We march to purge the past
In the emperor’s light we cast
Soldiers forged from shame
The death Corps of krieg we became
In darkness we were born anew
To the throne we swore true
Every battle scar we’ve gained
Is penance for the treachery stained
No glory here no songs of fame
Just the solemn duty's flame
Trench by trench we purge our shame
For the glory of Kriegs Name

[@Amoth_oth_ras_shash]

as some space marines lays dieing under the boots of traitors.. and warp daemons laughs towering over their swarms of minions..
salamanders grins at a work well done their ships burning their world lost , yet the civilians safe.. the civilians that feed ...krieg..
and as gates of ever growing worlds opens like hungry maws to the echo's of war cants and rythmic boots , the dieing space marines can die smiling ..seeing the daemons experience ..fear.. for the krieg tide is relentless ,it will force reality upon all and anything , and nought can survive the tide of blood they usher forth ...for they care not if its source only that you drown in its depths