Seventeen Tons of Hate - Krieg’s Earthshaker Hymn | Warhammer 40k Inspired Music

The Commissar slaps on the Cannon: “This 132 mm caliber weapon has a muzzle velocity of 814 meters per second and fires a 38 kg projectile, hitting targets up to 100 km away in under 19 seconds using the standard five-charge load.” General: “And the crew?” Commissar: “They come with it, and I can assure you this beast will outlast them by far!” Original Image from: Forge World. 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 and vocals created with AI tools, inspired by the Warhammer 40,000 universe. Any references to factions, characters, or locations are made for creative purposes only and are not intended to infringe on any copyrights or trademarks. Warhammer, Warhammer 40,000, and related terms are trademarks of Games Workshop. This video is fan-made and is not endorsed by, affiliated with, or authorized by Games Workshop. #deathkorpsofkrieg #warhammer40k #warhammermusic #suno #ai #imperium #astramilitarum #earthshaker #krieg Lyrics: Seventeen tons of blessed steel and brass. Crew of five, we're loading breach and ram. Coordinates from forward spotters passed, While promethium fumes burn through our masks. Shell-casings pile like copper rain! Each round stamps another grid square gone! We count our shots in craters, not in names! Been three days since we've seen the dawn! Loader's arms are shaking but he won't quit! Gunner's got that thousand-yard stare! Commander's voice gone hoarse from calling hits! But we keep feeding shells into her prayer! EARTHSHAKER! EARTHSHAKER! Make the heretics understand! EARTHSHAKER! EARTHSHAKER! Turn their blasphemy to sand! When she speaks, mountains answer back! When she roars, their spines all crack! EARTHSHAKER! EARTHSHAKER! Pride of Krieg's artillery track! My grandfather worked these same gun crews. Died at fourteen, normal Krieg lifespan. His mask hangs from my station, still got his residue... From when shrapnel caught him in the span. Between reload and firing solution set, I wear his number: 4-4-7-9. Some say we're cursed, but I ain't dead yet! Six more hours 'til we rotate off the line. "Grid reference: 447-981, adjust fire!" "Load high explosive, maximum charge." "All stations report ready." "On my command..." They say we got no souls left to save, Just numbers stamped on corroded tags. But when this cannon pounds another wave, Of traitors into mud and body bags! I feel something close to what they call pride! Not for ourselves: we're just the crew! But for this beast of steel we're chained beside! She's more alive than me or you! EARTHSHAKER! EARTHSHAKER! Blessed be thy tungsten rounds! EARTHSHAKER! EARTHSHAKER! Level cities, break their grounds! When she speaks, their bunkers fold! When she roars, their blood runs cold! EARTHSHAKER! EARTHSHAKER! Worth ten thousand lives of gold! Seventeen tons... seventeen tons... Another shift begins at dawn...