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Not Yet! A Commissar's Tale

Krieg Commissars have an... interesting role, to say the least. This song tells the tale of a young, bright-eyed commissar being assigned to the Death Korps and doing his best to keep them alive, only to eventually learn to stop worrying and love the attrition. This video features original music, vocals, and visuals 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. Lyrics, post-editing, and supervision by Imperial Guard Sounds. Audio production by Suno. Lyrics: [Verse 1] When I earned my sash, my fantasies flashed To Valhallans and Tallarn so fine, A regiment brash who just needed a dash Of order to keep them in line! My assignment came in, and it wiped off my grin, And I saw I was out of my league. Out of all of the units that it could have been, I’d been sent to the Death Korps of Krieg. [Verse 2] With my posting assigned, I was sent to the lines, And a horror I’ll never forget. A signal flare dropped, and they went o’er the top, To pay off their ancestors’ debt. The colonel sent waves of good men to their graves, But he didn’t seem terribly vexed. As I stood there in shock, he cued up his vox, And got ready to send in the next. [Chorus] Not yet, you fools! There’s too much to lose! You’re risking the front on a bet! We’ve thousands of guns, and shells by the ton, And the foe is as strong as they’ll get! Not yet! Sit tight! You’ll get in the fight! But wait ‘til the stage has been set! When the whistle is blown, I swear by the throne, You'll get to atone, but not yet! [Verse 3] Through minefields and mud and heretic blood, Through cities reduced into ash, Through xenos that hissed in the poisonous mist, They'd charge to get into the clash. I’d study each map, every weakness and trap, Each angle of fire we could get, As they peered through the wire, I'd sense their desire, And I'd roar down the line, “Not yet!” [Chorus] Not yet, you fools! There’s too much to lose! You’re risking the front on a bet! We’ve thousands of guns, and shells by the ton, And the foe is as strong as they’ll get! Not yet! Sit tight! You’ll get in the fight! But wait ‘til the stage has been set! When the whistle is blown, I swear by the throne, You'll get to atone, but not yet! [Verse 4] There stood a redoubt that I could not root out, Though I’d measured its angles and span, I’d plotted each gun and what all could be done With the tools of a thinking man. The colonel one night, said “You’re holding too tight,” “And it’s taking you too long to get.” “Send them on through, and see what they can do,” And I answered him, “Haven’t I, yet?” [Verse 5] I tried to suppress the fear in my chest, As I watched them go over the top, I braced as they charged into Emperor's arms, And not once did I ask them to stop. They moved like a gale through the withering hail, And skewered them with bayonets, They swallowed their losses and made it across, And I saw what I hadn’t seen yet. [Chorus] Not yet, you fools! There’s too much to lose! You’re risking the front on a bet! We’ve thousands of guns, and shells by the ton, And the foe is as strong as they’ll get! Not yet! Sit tight! You’ll get in the fight! But wait ‘til the stage has been set! When the whistle is blown, I swear by the throne, You'll get to atone, but not yet! [Verse 6] I’ve been with them for years, and I’ve tempered my fears, And I no longer hold back the tide, The war will be won as they always have done, They just bring me along for the ride. There’s no wrong or right, this is just how they fight, So long as objectives are met, The horror is tamed... Am I just the same..? No, I can’t be… ...not yet... [Chorus] Look lively, men! We've blood left to spend! We're bringing this fight to an end! We’ve thousands of guns, and shells by the ton, And they'll cover us all the way in! Let's show our might and get in the fight! No time for the stage to be set! When the whistle is blown, I swear by the throne, Your cherished atonement, you'll get!