Krieg 40k

orchestral, emotional, cinematic, atmospheric, epic, piano, forte male vocals belting, acoustic guitar, aggressive

V3.5

(Intro)

Verse 1:
The air was crisp, the ground still cold, fog covered the battlefield,
In the trenches low and long,waited todays bloody yield.(bloody yield)

In ranks six miles long, and twelve deep,
in utter silence they did stand.
Unbothered by the cold, or the presence of deaths chill door,
In eager silence waited, Kriegs death Korr! (death Korrs)

Verse 2:
Thunder sounds, the air is ripped and torn,the preparatory barrage sunder's the quiet morn...
A creeping barrage to pave the way, a wall of death to begin the fray! (begin the fray).

The order is given, the whistles sound, with bayonets fixed, and resigned to their lot, the entire division goes over the top! (over the top).

Through ankle deep mud and enemy fire, they charge and scream, through wire and carnage, their debt to redeem! 
 (redeem).

Chorous:
We are the Death Korr, soldiers of Krieg!  (Krieg!).
When we attack, the enemy bleeds! (bleeds).
With bayonet and cheuuve de vive,(Vive).
We storm their trenches, only dead we leave! (only dead!).

Verse 3:
Rasping breath through our masks, yelling and shouting, we storm their trenches, bayonets stabbing, rifle butt;s clouting! (bayonets stabbing).

Close combat! Brutal and bloody...
No quarter given or asked, beaten and muddy. (deaths harsh study).
A black wave of murder, the Emperor's tsunami,implacable!unstoppable!Inevitable! (Tsunami of murder...).

Chorous:
We are the Death Korr, soldiers of Krieg!  (Krieg!).
When we attack, the enemy bleeds! (bleeds).
With bayonet and charr de veeve (Veeve).
We storm their trenches, only dead we leave! (only dead!).

(Solo)

(Outro)
The guns fall silent, the smoke blows clear, the guardsmen rest, no enemies near. 
Thousands have fallen, never to rise, but there is no hint of shock in their battered eyes.
The Glorious dead are not pitied, but envied!
Their duty enacted their debt fulfilled, their spirits gone to the Emperor, only meat left on the battlefield!
Death Korr of Krieg, never will they bend, for only in Death does Duty end! (and duty ends...)

(Solo)

(END)

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(Intro) Verse 1: The air was crisp, the ground still cold, fog covered the battlefield, In the trenches low and long,waited todays bloody yield.(bloody yield) In ranks six miles long, and twelve deep, in utter silence they did stand. Unbothered by the cold, or the presence of deaths chill door, In eager silence waited, Kriegs death Korr! (death Korrs) Verse 2: Thunder sounds, the air is ripped and torn,the preparatory barrage sunder's the quiet morn... A creeping barrage to pave the way, a wall of death to begin the fray! (begin the fray). The order is given, the whistles sound, with bayonets fixed, and resigned to their lot, the entire division goes over the top! (over the top). Through ankle deep mud and enemy fire, they charge and scream, through wire and carnage, their debt to redeem! (redeem). Chorous: We are the Death Korr, soldiers of Krieg! (Krieg!). When we attack, the enemy bleeds! (bleeds). With bayonet and cheuuve de vive,(Vive). We storm their trenches, only dead we leave! (only dead!). Verse 3: Rasping breath through our masks, yelling and shouting, we storm their trenches, bayonets stabbing, rifle butt;s clouting! (bayonets stabbing). Close combat! Brutal and bloody... No quarter given or asked, beaten and muddy. (deaths harsh study). A black wave of murder, the Emperor's tsunami,implacable!unstoppable!Inevitable! (Tsunami of murder...). Chorous: We are the Death Korr, soldiers of Krieg! (Krieg!). When we attack, the enemy bleeds! (bleeds). With bayonet and charr de veeve (Veeve). We storm their trenches, only dead we leave! (only dead!). (Solo) (Outro) The guns fall silent, the smoke blows clear, the guardsmen rest, no enemies near. Thousands have fallen, never to rise, but there is no hint of shock in their battered eyes. The Glorious dead are not pitied, but envied! Their duty enacted their debt fulfilled, their spirits gone to the Emperor, only meat left on the battlefield! Death Korr of Krieg, never will they bend, for only in Death does Duty end! (and duty ends...) (Solo) (END)

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