Sabaton - Attack Of The Dead Men | W40k Death Korps Of Krieg Music Video

i imagine when that space marine saw that explosion from a krieg grenade he simply smiled and thought "a death deserving of a heretic and a death worthy of guardsmen"

Girls: "Why do men live less?" Whistle Men: "CHARGEEEEEE!"

Other Commissar: "Forward, you cowards!" Krieg's Commissar: "Slow down, you bastards!"

Guardsmen: "Charge into them? Are you mad, hundreds will die." Korpsman: Fixes bayonet "Thousands."

Normal Guardsmen: "Let the Astartes take point and protect us!" Death Korps: "Don't worry, my lord, we will protect you. Stay in the back."

The death corps are one of the worst imperial armies you could have to face as an enemy. They have a fanaticism that rivals even space marines. And a fearlessness that rivals the marines as well.

My favorite line in this is “There’s a thunder in the east, it’s an attack of the deceased.” The reason Kriegers are so effective in war is that they’ve already accepted the fact they’re dead, and knowing either you’re already dead or will be soon means there’s no reason to be afraid, you’re just embracing the inevitable, and it might as well be now instead of later. The moral of the story is that if you fight every day like it’s your last day, you’ll never have a reason to be scared again. I hope this helps someone out there.

Krieg guardsman: strong Krieg guardsman with a rifle: stronger Krieg guardsman with a shovel: THE STRONGEST

People say the Death Korps know no fear, they are wrong. The Death Korps do know fear though for only one thing, they fear that the Emperor will not forgive them. How could whatever monsters lurk within the Warp be more terrifying than that.

No one: Kriegers: It only cost us twenty to kill a traitor marine. That's more left to throw at the next one.

I love how when the Imperium found and began recruiting the Krieg, they asked for a regiment and the governor of Krieg was like "Here's 20, go nuts".

For those who want a summary of how brutal, fatalistic and grim the Death Korps are: They're the only recorded Guard regiment to have bullied and even executed a Commissar for cowardice.

Watching a German Based Guardsmen Regiment, while listening a song about Russians, by a Swedish Metal Band.

The one faction of guards men that are loyal and crazy enough to rush a chaos marine head on with melee and bayonets affixed AND WIN

I remember the day my Primarch, Roboute Guilliman, asked me a question about the Kriegsman. It was a mundane question, one he could have even guessed the answer to. The question itself birthed a litany of other questions and a single teared statement. "Why do they wear the masks?" I turned my head to meet his eyes and I wondered at the question, he meant it literally, he didn't know what they were, rare that my Primarch would be ignorant of anything, especially history. "They are the Death Korps of Krieg, they always wear them, their homeworld has a toxic atmosphere." My Primarch nodded, I could still see in his expression that another curiosity lingered, and then he gave words to the emotion. "They never remove them? Why? This atmosphere isn't toxic." Instead of answering I shook my head at the ground, it was a tragic tale, gifting their history any thoughts would bring most to their knees, even Space Marines. "Kriegsman believe that their war, their duty, is everlasting. They think that they need to be ready to fulfill the Emperor's will at any moment. They're not so equipped for war as they are equipped for their own death, to slow their impending doom so they might give the Emperor more use, no matter how miniscule it is, they will give it gladly. It's how their entire planet is." His eyes tracked mine and maybe he saw my internal agony, I had weathered a thousand battles, but I had never relayed the history of Krieg, the history of their heresy. "Their entire planet, is like this? Grim, inhuman, emotionless... soulless? Why?" I wanted to refuse to answer his questions, but I couldn't. "The sons of Krieg are not as you say, not soulless, they live their lives for the Emperor. I once visited Krieg, the planet was a hellscape. A hellscape devoid of the Emperor's grace and beauty, it was a place where the Emperor's Peace would be refused by its populace, they would believe that their own lives were worth less than the mercy of death. Most of these soldiers are children, sons fighting so the war their father's waged might be forgiven." The words did not strike true with the Primarch, there were still questions unanswered, a history he did not understand. So I told him of the beginning, the treachery of Krieg's highlords. The resistance that sprouted from Colonel Jurten, his cry for help that went unheard into the darkness, and then his headlong charge into the jaws of death, his faith in the Emperor alone guiding him. I told him of the war, the brutal unyielding war that never ended. The generational trenches that spread across the entirety of Krieg, the dried ocens that turned into fields of lasgun fire and artillery barrages. The genetically enhanced beasts that carried faithful soldiers into the fray of the heaviest combat, equipped to die, never to survive. "Five hundred years, Krieg fought for five hundred years in unending war. Jurten's own forces were all dead before the end of the first decade but Krieg's sons and daughters bred a new army. An army that marched over the luscious fields that once existed and left war in their wake. They finally won the war after trillions had been killed, returned to the fold, and greeted the Imperium with heavy hearts." My heart was caught in my words, it was agonizing to relay it, to say the truth. "They believe that they are the arch traitors, the betrayers, the worst of heretics, that theirs is a lineage of the unfaithful, their blood is the blood of heathens. The people of Krieg believe it is their duty to atone, for eternity, for their crimes. They produce nothing, they build nothing, but they have their sons. The sons they throw away, because traitors deserve to die. Ever since they returned to the Imperium they have given everything away freely. To them every Krieger, every child soldier they send into the boiling heat of battle, deserves only death. When they die, they only see a number lost, equipment to scavenge, a heretic dead. They will continue to atone for crimes that weren't even their own, and they will do it without question, forever. They can never be forgiven, they know this is as a fact. Yet I have heard them in their dying breaths, all of them, begging for the Emperor's forgiveness." I felt the tears roll down my cheeks, the faith of the lowliest Kriegsman could test that of even the hardest Astartes, their souls beget only agony. "That's not true." My Primarch spoke, overcome with grief I had somehow forgotten his presence, turning to him in his pause I could see the only tear to ever be produced by Roboute Guilliman fall from his glistening eyes. "I know my Father's heart well, they were forgiven long ago. They achieved atonement, five hundred years of it."

On of my favorite Krieg stories that I've heard is a Commissar explaining to the sergeant that yes, the regiment could bayonet charge the tank battalion nearby but they would take too many casualties and we need enough survivors to keep this hill. Any man who tries to charge the tanks will be shot on sight!

Imagine being a 10,000 year old literal bioengineered super warrior that's 8ft tall covered in daemon powered armor and you get blown up by some illiterate vat grown 16 year old armed with the equivalent of a flashlight, and a few M-80s taped together.

Officers need to inspire the guardsmen before they charge the enemy. But when it comes to the death corps...nothing else but a whistle.

I love how canonically we never told the Death Korps have and use shovels but we can all just agree that they do lol

2:10 gotta love how the Kriegsmen are in front of the Astartes like they’re escorting him