The Choir (Sisters of Battle) by AlmostWhitey, literature
Literature
The Choir (Sisters of Battle)
"Sisters, let us raise our song to the Golden Throne! 11th Movement, 'We Bless the Sinner as He Burns'. All Exorcists target heretic Warhound 17 by 12, commence Adagio and engage!"
- Emillia Nihlus at the the Battle of Saints Landing
When sinners reign and planets fall
And every man does falter,
The sisters march, they’re standing tall
And bow before His altar.
They’re daughters of the Golden Throne,
The children of salvation.
Their Bolters flash, the Rhinos groan
To end all vile mutation.
The living saints - in holy light -
Are raining psychic fire
From shrouded skies to win the fight
And they will never tire.
They purge the
We die here at last, the ground of a blast Shall suit us as graves and the battlefield chosen. All Petersburg shakes, so high are the stakes, Two armies are clashing, so close now to Richmond. No room here to breath, no time here to grief, There’s dust in the air and it’s arid and blinding. Ulysses S. Grant, had but one demand, That we make a breakthrough and that they are falling. The Blue and the Gray, in trenches we fray, But trapped here below we’re just powerless targets. The slaughter unveils, the gunfire hails And death from above is the horror we’re facing. A pitiful sight, cut down is our might And after it’s over we’re buried and beaten. Too high was the cost, the Union has lost, But others go on and secure what we’re seeking.
Killer Angels (July 1863) by AlmostWhitey, literature
Literature
Killer Angels (July 1863)
I. Gods of War Finally, the war is turning As the high point has been reached. Gettysburg is torn and burning After Union soil was breached. Tens of thousands get their orders, Gods and generals await, Standing on the city borders, To decide the Nation’s fate. Fray ensues between the factions, Many days it will go on. Lee’s and Meade’s and Longstreet’s actions Will bring forth a brand new dawn. In the woods the lines are solid, Carolinians attack. As the battle’s getting squalid, Iron Black Hats hold them back. On the Round Top, Maine is fighting Down the slope and hand to hand. No more ammo, blades are biting, Chamberlain has made a stand. II. Battle Hymns and Killing Fields Guns are blazing, men are dying, Blue and Gray fall side by side. Shot and wounded sons are crying, Troops get murdered in their stride. As they fall, the men are praying, Cut like cattle in their prime. Earth turns red and skies are graying As assaults are crushed in grime. Drummers play the tunes of
The system’s rigged and rotten,
The night’s a flimsy veil
For justice misbegotten
And doctrines way to frail.
I never followed orders,
I always found a fight.
By overstepping borders
I brought their lies to light.
The rage inside is aching
To burn this city down.
It’s ready for the breaking,
Just like the princely crown.
Too many sins are hiding
Beneath the masquerade.
What good comes from abiding
And play by rules I hate?
I raise my fists and follow
No creed except my own.
The peaceful ways feel hollow,
For mayhem I am prone.
We need to make it better,
I need to wreck some stuff!
The outcome doesn’t matter,
I jus
Von Ikarus und Pandora (Der rote Wald) by AlmostWhitey, literature
Literature
Von Ikarus und Pandora (Der rote Wald)
„Achtung, achtung.
Verehrte Genossen, der Städterat der Volksabgeordneten verkündet, dass sich im Zusammenhang mit dem Unfall im Kernkraftwerk Tschernobyl in der Stadt Pripyat eine ungünstige Strahlensituation entwickelt hat. Sowjetische- und Parteiorgane, sowie militärische Einheiten ergreifen notwendige Maßnahmen.
Um nichtsdestotrotz die volle Sicherheit der Menschen, vor allem der Kinder, zu gewährleisten, entsteht die Notwendigkeit, eine temporäre Evakuation der Stadtbewohner in die nahegelegenen Wohnorte der Kiew Oblast durchzuführen.“
Pandoras Box steht offen,
Das Unheil trifft die
"I'm an inquisitor. I do not get angry." - Inquisitor Gregor Eisenhorn
We are the dark behind the light
The Emperor is casting.
We are the agents of his might
And justice everlasting.
We put heretics to the flame,
A cleansing, righteous fire
And for His glory, in His name,
Burn witches on the pyre.
We are the eyes in corners dim,
The net that spans the ocean
Of countless stars, through trials grim
We’re marching with devotion.
We cut the seeping cancer out
To guard the clueless masses.
And from themselves we shield the crowd
So no betrayal passes.
Your innocence won’t prove a thing,
There is no worth in pleading.
Exterminatio