Faith and Horror | A song About the Hellish Trench Crusade Setting

Описание: A friend of mine told me about this new game. "Made by people who worked on 40k," he said. And… wow! This setting is no joke. I’m really intrigued by it (and it’s not as vast as the 40k universe… for now…).

If you’d like to treat me to an Amasec or become a Support Marine, here’s the link to my Ko-fi!
https://ko-fi.com/dragorolelifeproject

This video features original music, vocals, and visuals created with AI tools, inspired by the Trench Crusade tabletop game. Any references to characters, or locations are made for creative purposes only and are not intended to infringe on any copyrights or trademarks.

Artworks by Mike Franchina (so so so grotesque and visceral... i love them)

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Lyrics

Sacred walls crumble, ancient stones weep,
Where Templars' pride made darkness seep.
One artifact's curse, one fatal dawn,
Heaven's gates twisted, paradise gone.

New Antioch rises through mud and flame,
Where faithful gather, war without shame.
Prophetic monks see through time's dark veil,
While Paladins forge where angels failed!

Black Grail spreads its pestilent song,
Iron Sultanate stands eight centuries long.
Trench pilgrims scream their zealot's cry,
While hell-forged steel splits earth from sky!

Eight hundred years of sacred war,
Where Heaven meets Hell's burning door.
Jerusalem bleeds through endless night,
Faith and horror dance in twilight!

Jabir's Lions stalk through crater maze,
Janissaries march through toxic haze.
Unholy choirs sing corrupted hymns,
Death Commandos strike on demon's whims.

Ninety meters of blessed artillery roar,
Against armored fiends from horror's core!
Trench maces swing in desperate grace,
Where time and space lose their face!

Between mud walls and cursed wire,
Stands New Antioch's faithful spire.
Three powers clash in endless rage,
Writing history on horror's page.

Belzebub's heralds spread plague and doom,
While alchemists craft in wisdom's room.
Assassins fold reality's seam,
Prophet-warriors walk through time's dream.

Each faction fights its brutal part,
In this war that breaks reality's heart.
No victory near, no end in sight,
Just eight centuries of endless night!

Eight hundred years of sacred war,
Where Heaven meets Hell's burning door.
Jerusalem bleeds through endless night,
Faith and horror dance in twilight!

Ancient trenches stretch beyond sight,
Where three powers wage their holy fight!
Each dawn brings horror fresh and new,
In Jerusalem's endless, cursed review.