Amberstone Extras #058 – The German Superweapon: Panzer X

  Excerpt from "The Forged Crown," a folk-ballad sung by rogue Germanic battalions

  Beneath the Black Forest where no roots dare twist,

  Where Reich met ruin and thunder kissed,

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  There sleeps the engine with a dragon’s soul—

  Panzer X, the Iron Foal.

  Born not of man, but myth and fire,

  Forged in silence, blood, and wire,

  Its treads are altar-stones of war,

  Its cannon sings the old folklore.

  One pilot, one purpose, no peace to know,

  Entombed in glass ‘mid molten snow.

  He dreams in circuits, lost in time,

  A knight in rusted pantomime.

  Some say it moves when prayers are read,

  That roses bloom where it has bled,

  A curse, a king, a final breath—

  The Axis angel built for death.

  Seek it not, ye armoured kin—

  The gods of metal guard their sin.