Partisans
October 1943
Roughly two months have passed since Operation Sealion began and most of southeast England has fallen. Esdeath and her 9th SS Panzergrenadier Eis Division were able to get reinforcements and established a strong foothold in Kent and other parts of southeast England. The British Royal Navy has began attacking Kriegsmarine ships in early September and the RAF had secured its dominance in the skies against the Luftwaffe. But the British Army still holds firm yet they're beginning to buckle under the pressure of Esdeath's attacks. Esdeath on occasion had stopped several divisions from moving forward in creating ice walls that blocked the British advancement but gave time for the Wehrmacht to regroup.
Since the fall of London reached the United States, the US formally declared war on the Greater Germanic Reich but the vast majority of American troops and Navy vessels were concentrated on the Pacific front FDR has been able to collect over 250,000 American soldiers for the American Expeditionary Force. The first troops began arriving at Liverpool and Edinburgh at the end of September and began to be sent to the front. Now the frontlines of England have become similar to the meat grinding of the trenches.
On the Eastern Front, the Soviets have gone on the offensive and relaunched their attack from the north to reclaim the city of Stalingrad. Since the fall of Stalingrad, the Germans made it to the Caspian sea and reinforced their defenses against the Soviets as the Wehrmacht advances southwards into the Caucuses. The nazis begin to follow the Volga river to the city of Saratov to capture the city of Kazan in order to encircle Moscow from behind. But were stopped in the city of Saratov by Marshal Zhukov and his forces, seeing the Wehrmacht being stretched thinly and launching his own offensive. Cutting off and encircling parts of the 6th Army and pushing them back to the gates of Stalingrad once more. As this battle happens, many civilians who aren't part of the Red Army are evacuated from their villages and parts of the cities.
13 October 1943
Outskirts of Swindon, United Kingdom
In an effort to cut off Nazi supply lines into Bristol, the British and American forces launch the Swindon offensive but barely made gains to cut off supplies and split the 16th and 9th Armies. Eventually planning to retake the capital of London. But they began to encounter resistance against the more experienced Wehrmacht and Waffen-SS soldiers. Attacks from the Luftwaffe have also increased, halting the advancement but still being held back by the RAF.
The 1st and 29th Infantry Divisions and the 2nd Armored Division, the first divisions of the American Expeditionary Force arrive in Britain to replace the tiring British Divisions in Swindon as the Canadians move westward to reinforce the failing lines west of Swindon. The Americans have also been told multiple rumors about the Ice Witch and a growing superstition: if you see snow in times outside of winter, drop everything and run.
"So have you heard about the stories these Brits have been passing around?" An American GI of the 29th Infantry Division talks to one of his squadmates in a trench.
"About what?" His squadmates respond.
"Eh, some dumb Brit superstition about an Ice Witch or something. If you ask me, I don't believe it" The GI responded.
"I don't know, they seem totally spooked about it. But a woman? Tch seriously. Some bullshit apparently?" The fellow GI responded. The GIs turn about as they hear the M1 Shermans begin to roll out to the field. "I guess our armor is beginning to move out. We should move out to provide them support." As the GI says this the 29th Infantry Division begins to move out following the 2nd Armored. They advanced past two kilometers until they encounter light snowfall. The Americans are bewildered at the sight of snowfall, their winter equipment is yet to come until the end of November but still, snow in October.
"Where the hell did all of this snow come from?" The GI asked.
"No clue but keep moving forward and follow our armor. Be on the lookout for anti-tank equipment and infantry attacks." The leading Lieutenant Colonel tells his troops.
The weather forecasted light cloudy skies with the expectation of rainfall. To Esdeath, who is now promoted to SS-Standartenführerin, this is perfect weather for herself and her troops as she takes to the skies with her new Imperial Arms ability, her men lie in wait in a nearby field. "So those men are Americans that I heard so much about. Perhaps some new blood would bring back a spark that I might be looking for. But then again, I can't count much on them since they're reliant on their tanks and planes. As well as being so few of them. Fu, oh well. I won't be holding back on them. Now, let's see how well they can deal with a simple attack of Weissschnabel." Esdeath clasps her hands and around her, she creates several ice shards numbering in the hundreds. She then unleashes the ice shards at the advancing 29th Infantry Divison. Aiming at the tanks and climbing forward to the infantry. The Americans begin to scatter as several of their tanks stopped moving and literal ice shards begin to fall from the sky.
"AHHH! What the fuck is happening!" "Why is it raining ice shards" "Fuck this!" "RUN BOYS RUN!" The Americans of the 29th Infantry begin to fall back as many begin to fall and getting caught in the ice storm. The tankers in their Sherman's faired no better as the ice shards penetrated their tanks, rendering the moving tanks inoperable and killing their crew. Then the ice storm ceased and coming up from the ground the men of the 9th SS Panzergrenadier Eis Division begins to quickly advance the scattering Americans.
"*Sigh* I hoped for too much once again. After this, my reputation is now truly solidified across the world now. I wonder how many soldiers we can spare." Esdeath now begins to think to herself. "Perhaps if we're lucky then those POWs might become our spies. Fu, fu, fu. Here I am fueling the flames of war for the future." Esdeath looks down and sees that her men are beginning to take the American trench line. "No doubt that the powers above me wouldn't look favorably to this. But, I will deal with them when I get to it." Esdeath looks back up and hears multiple engines coming in her direction, though the sounds of the engines are different from the British-made aircraft, being American, to Esdeath it is the least of her concerns. "Those pilots I can easily dispatch them," Esdeath then summons up Weissschnabel once more in a half-kilometer radius and launched several hundred ice shards the instant she saw the first American plane. Destroying several flight squadrons of fighters and ground attack planes in the process. "One would expect by now not to charge directly me head-on, but I shall give them the benefit of the doubt. But yet, I'm still intrigued by these contraptions of this world and how every nation is different. Now that I like."
Allied Base Command
Worchester, United Kingdom
"What is happening to our central lines in Swindon?" General Eisenhower asks himself, looking at the war table from above. Adjacent to him is his second-in-command General Patton, and General Omar Bradly, as well as USAAF General Henry Arnold and Ira C. Eaker. Along with them, are British Field Marshals Alan Brooke, Bernard Montgomery, and Harold Alexander, as well as the three British Air Marshalls. Following the rest is a coalition of different field marshalls and commanders of Canada, Australia, and New Zealand. "Our center lines were pushed back and suffered heavy casualties. The city of Swindon is bound to fall any day now and our offensive would end in failure."
"Well Supreme Allied Commander, your troops fell to the same fate as ours did." Field Marshal Brooke tells Eisenhower. Eisenhower looks up at the field marshal with a questioning tone.
"What do you mean by fate field marshal? As our intel has stated we are at a prime position to advance past the city of Swindon and into the cities of Reading and Bath, breaking stretched enemy lines."
"What I meant by that General Eisenhower is that when your men advanced they encountered ice shards that took out the first wave."
"Ice shards? you aren't talking about that one-woman army, right? It's a load of horse-shit I've ever heard in my life."
"You have to head the warnings." Field Marshal Montgomery speaks up. "You can't just send your men in the direct path of that woman. Because our tanks are useless against her and day by day she delights more and more in the suffering of others. Of our misdeeds and fortunes. We have to be cautious against her because the second we let up is what she can exploit." Montgomery tells Eisenhower.
"Either way, with more and more American soldiers arriving by the day. There is no way that one woman can hold off the American advance. It's evident that we can hold the Germans for now. Hopefully, we can help you Brits reclaim your land back. Eventually, all of Europe." Eisenhower responds to Montgomery's dismay.
"That's the hopeful part. For now, we should focus on a rapprochement effort that would cease their advancement and even an encirclement effort from Oxford and Gloucheste with the Australian and New Zealand Divisions. Cutting them off before they attack the Canadian Divisions." Montgomery tells Eisenhower as he moves and shuffles pieces along the war table. Then a knock is made on the door from the outside.
"Someone go get that," Eisenhower orders his adjunct to open the door. Patton goes so and soon a messenger of the Canadian division gives them a telegram from the communications branch.
"General Eisenhower, field marshals." Patton walks up to the war table and gives Eisenhower the report given to him by the messenger. "I was given a report that the Canadians are demanding reinforcements. They're under attack by multiple Wehrmacht and Waffen-SS Divisions. And multiple flight squadrons were all but torn to shreds."
"What?" The generals and field marshals were stumped by the news. Receiving word that several flight squadrons were all but destroyed and the city of Bath is under attack within the same day as the Swindon Offensive is beginning to crumble.
May 1944
Over nine months have passed since Operation Sealion. The Swindon Offensive to split the Wehrmacht armies failed and two failed attempts to recapture London were all but a failure. The combined allied forces did make gains and were able to push back the 9th Army, recapturing central southern England. But they themselves were forced to give up their gains as the possibility of an encirclement grew day by day. RAF airfields in the south of England fell to the Luftwaffe and were quickly utilized to strike at RAF airfields and Allied bases in the north, allowing the Luftwaffe to quickly land more and more reserves in England.
Soon, Wales has fallen and an evacuation order was made to evacuate the American troops to Northern Ireland and eventually back to the US, evacuating the remaining British, Canadian, Australian, and New Zealand divisions as well. Even the royal family had to evacuate to Canada seeing that it was no longer safe to remain in Britain. Eventually, Churchill and the remaining British cabinet were too forced into exile in Canada, leaving the political seat of power in Britain open for the taking.
In the wake of his brother's exile, the former king and current Duke of Windsor, Edward VIII came back to London to reclaim his throne. Instead of receiving a pompous celebration, he received a more sneered and distasteful reception seeing that his people are in favor of his brother and not him. Soon an armistice was created between Greater Germanic Reich and the newly collaborated government under King Edward VIII. Even fascist idealist, Oswald Mosley, fled into exile as his fascist party fell and collapsed to the king-led moderate Royalist Party.
Yet resistance to the new king has been established, dedicating themselves to the reestablishment of the true heirs to the throne: George VI and his daughter Elizabeth as well fighting for the liberation and reestablishment of the old order.
July 1944
During the events of Operation Sealion, partisans took up arms in France, Belgium, the Netherlands, Belarus, and Ukraine. Received word to attack by successive Soviet operations, liberating the city of Leningrad and pushing deep into the Caucasus mountains into Armenia and Georgia. The Polish partisans still bide their time, even if it meant decades to liberate their homeland.
Yet in each one of the partisan attacks, they were beaten back severely as civilians get caught in the crosshairs of the firefight, suffering the consequences of their countrymen's attempts to liberate them by the Nazis. Civilians begin to flee to the woods from the cities, although they blame the partisans for the severe reprisals, at least they're making an attempt to liberate them from Nazi oppression.
8 July 1944
Reichskommissariat Ostland
Generalbezirk Weissruthenien
With the increase in partisan activity in Reichskommissariat Ostland, the demand to cease the partisan attacks by the Reichskommissars increased by the day. Soon a couple of Waffen-SS Divisions were raised in order to counter the attacks whether it be direct attacks on the partisans themselves or reprisals against the civilians and partisans. Especially against the Jewish and Slavic populations. After receiving a request by Reichskommisar Hinrich Lohse, Esdeath and a thousand hand-selected men of her 9th SS Panzergrenadier Eis Divison received an order to liquidate a major Jewish partisan cell in the forest outside of Minsk.
In the forests outside of the city of Minsk, two Jewish partisans, an old veteran and a young university student stand on watch duty, looking for possible Nazi patrols, whether it be Wehrmacht or SS. Not taking any chances with either group.
"*Sigh* Just how long do we have to be like this? Fighting against the Germans?" The young Jewish partisan asks his more veteran counterpart.
"I do not know. Perhaps once the Red Army breaks the center line and enters Belarussian lands. Only then, would we be given a break, perhaps a parade too?" The older Jewish partisan responded to the younger counterpart. He turns over and looks closely, he questions why such a young man would join a partisan group. The Jewish veteran looks back out. "What were you doing before becoming a partisan."
"Huh? I was a university student in Minsk. I was studying Russian and Belarus languages, even Marxist philosophy. I was planning on becoming a professor or a teacher of sorts. Using my family's wealth to fund my travels throughout the Soviet Union and perhaps abroad. Teaching people in isolated villages in becoming literate to be better accustomed to the Soviet system. Perhaps professing Marxist thought in the world over. Eventually settling down with a beautiful woman, Jew or not." The younger partisan answers his veteran's questions, giving his dreams after the war. "But I'll continue my studies after the war. What about you? An old timer certainly had aspirations before right?"
The older Jewish veteran thinks for a moment. "Eh. I'm too old for a university education like yourself. But if you insist. I'd first enlisted in the Tsar's army in 1914, then I joined the Red Army in Petrograd in 1917 and was sent to fight against the White Armies in the Don region. After that, I returned back to my hometown to my to help in my family's cobbling shop in Belarus, repairing the damages done by the German and the White armies during the Great War and Civil War." He turned to the younger Jewish partisan. "I still don't see why a young man like yourself would throw their life away. You were also a university student also." He turned back
"The same reason as many Jewish partisans like us joined. Not only I'm fighting for a free Belarus from Nazi oppression, but also taking back what the Nazis have taken from us." The young Jewish partisan responded to his veteran partisan counterpart. "They not only corraled us like cattle and put us into a ghetto. But taken many of our neighbors' lives in these reprisals. Mostly they target Jewish students and Jewish civilians. Perhaps you did as well? Joining the partisan cause after they've murdered our neighbors, brothers, and sister."
"I did," The veteran whispers. "Now shut up and stay low. I see a patrol passing by." The two get closer to the ground in order to conceal their shape in the foliage. The younger Jewish partisan grabs his MP-40 and takes aim at the patrol. The veteran places his hand on the MP-40 and slightly pushes it away, slightly shaking his head. "Come now, we can't take the risk with this many. We need to warn the rest." The veteran whispers to the younger partisan. The two begin to crawl away and stand up and begin to run, keeping themselves low until they reach their partisan cell to warn of a possible patrol.
In the patrol led by SS-Scharführer Oppenheim, an Iron Cross of the 2nd-degree recipient, they spot a disturbance and see the two partisans running, but they're already gone.
"SS-Scharführer Oppenheim. I see a distrubace overe there." An SS-Rottenführer tells Oppenheim. "Should we shoot them?"
"No, our orders by the SS-Standartenführerin is to find a watch group and pinpoint their location. Now, we have an idea where they might be." Oppenheim then takes out his map and pen. "Everyone keep yourselves low and keep at attention." He orders his patrol. On the map, Oppenheim begins to triangulate the patrol's position and uses the previous markings on the map done by previous patrols. They're able to triangulate and pinpoint the location of a major Jewish and Belarussian partisan cell.
12 July 1944
Reichskommissariat Ostland
Generalbezirk Weissruthenien
After a few days had passed, Esdeath and her one thousand hand-picked soldiers of the 9th SS Panzergrenadier Eis Division, selected from the division that numbered over 18,000 to take on the task of liquidating the partisan cell, begin to press forward into the woods. Any partisan patrol they come across they'd simply kill. Until one of the partisans started to fire back and begins to warn of the approaching Germans. The partisans: the majority of whom are civilians, both Belarussian Slav and Jew, and many with little experience in handling a firearm. Of the 1,024 partisans, 154 are fighters, leaving the vast majority being civilians, mostly women, children, and the elderly. Varying in occupation, social standing, and religious affiliation.
Half of the fighters have fallen to Esdeath and her soldiers as they began to surround the partisan camp, sustaining extreme casualties. Now, Esdeath and her thousand soldiers have begun to surround the camp and began to put it into a siege.
"This liquidation certainly brings back a familiar memory," Esdeath tells herself as her soldiers execute the last of the fighters, now only leaving the women, children, the wounded, and the elderly. "Hm, now." Esdeath turns to her men. "Remember your orders men. Liquidate this partisan camp! Make sure you leave none alive! Take pleasure in what you will!" Esdeath gives her orders and her soldiers begin to move and surround the camp and begin the liquidation process.
During the liquidation of the partisan camp, screams cry out but are snuffed out. Gunfire goes off every few seconds. Civilians and the wounded try to flee but are either shot or caught and then lined up and then shot. A thousand men of the Eis Divison selected by Esdeath had put aside their feelings. All they know and doing is that they're following orders and liquidating a major partisan camp that has taken the lives of their fellow countrymen of the Wehrmacht and Waffen-SS. To them, this liquidation is only a fair reprisal for their countrymen's lives.
In the screams and horrors of the civilians. SS-Scharführer Oppenheim enters a small hut. It doesn't have much aside from a wardrobe, a piano, and a few other amenities. Oppenheim has started to become tired of the fighting. But this, this is only a slaughter of civilians, many of whom are only trying to survive. He was told that the SS are the knights of the Reich and are the force that would put an end to the Reich's enemies. He knew that this isn't something that he has signed up for, but he doesn't know why Esdeath had selected him for this mission. He looks at the upright piano and has the desire to play it because it has been a while since he has played the piano. He hears whimpering on the other side. He holds close his MP-40 and aims in front of him, he turns the corner and sees a Jewish blonde-haired mother cowering in the corner with her daughter, about three years old. She turns her back, trying to shield her child. Oppenheim looks down in pity as he hesitates to shoot. He'd shot those who surrendered before but those were soldiers or partisans that gave up, but this, this is a mother shielding her child. He hesitates to shoot at the mother and daughter and finally points his MP-40 away.
"No, I can't do this," Oppenheim speaks to himself. As the screams around him begin to surround him, he looks up and sees the wardrobe. He opens it and sees several coats hanging. He turns to the mother and daughter. "The two of you! In, now!" The mother looks up and sees Oppenheim gesturing to get in to hide. "Now!" Oppenheim tells the two with a stronger tone.
"Дзякуй" (Thank you) The mother enters the wardrobe with her daughter. Oppenheim slowly closes the door, he places his finger over his lips and lightly shushes and gestures for them to remain quiet. He closes the door but doesn't lock the wardrobe. As the screams continue he places his MP-40 on the wall and sits down on the chair by the piano. It's his first time playing the piano since he joined the Waffen-SS, and longer since his family had to sell their own.
In the midst, Oppenheim begins to play J.S Bach - English Suite No. 2 in A minor, 1. Prelude, to drown out the screams of the civilians, and the gunfire and orders by his comrades. The very least he can do for himself and the mother and her daughter. As he plays he becomes concentrated on the melody and tune of the song, playing at the performance and pace to the melody of the piece. The gunshots are still ever present as same as the screams and cries, but Oppenheim continues on. He is a bit surprised at himself that he still remembers how to play despite not playing for so long but he continues on. Then two of Oppenheim's squadmates enter the hut.
"Hey, is that Bach or Mozart?" One of them asks. "Bach or Mozart?"
"No, it's Mozart." The second responded
"Mozart? Alright." After the brief argument, the two leave to continue their work, and Oppenheim continues playing until a familiar footstep enters the room.
"So this is where you have been all this time SS-Scharführer Oppenheim," Esdeath announces, Oppenheim stops playing.
"Heil Hitler, SS-Standartenführerin." Oppenheim responds, remaining seated in front of the piano, placing his hands on his lap. Only raising his right hand in a more casual manner.
"You do know you're supposed to properly salute an officer SS-Scharführer Oppenheim," Esdeath responded. "But since you have been in my division the longest, I would accept it for now."
"I know. I apologize for it."
"No need." Esdeath peers over to the piano. "He's one of my best soldiers but he's not joining the others in the liquidation. Perhaps he might be hesitant odd for him." Esdeath thinks to herself. "So you can play that instrument? What you played was certainly an upbeat tune for such a ghastly situation."
"I know. Just trying to find some semblance of peace. But I'm not hesitant." Oppenheim responded. "I learned how to play the piano because my family once owned one. I became so proficient at it that I sort of wanted to become a pianist before serving in the SS. Perhaps even having my name up there with the greats like Mozart, Bach, Chopin, and Schubert."
"I see. But from what I've observed, you were less than a pianist and more of a soldier who follows orders." Esdeath responded. "What was that, that you played?"
"It's J.S Bach - English Suite No. 2 in A minor. 1. Prelude. Madam."
"I see," Esdeath responded. Esdeath isn't the one accustomed to appreciating music and musical workers unlike many of her men and colleagues in the SS. Even when her own former subordinate, Nyau, attempted to show the beauty of music to her she didn't understand why people enjoyed it nor really cared about it. "If you don't wish to participate in the liquidation, then I will accept."
"Thank you SS-Stadartenführerin Partas." Oppenheim thanks Esdeath.
"But on one simple request."
"What would it be, SS-Stadartenfürerin Partas?" Oppenheim asks, peering over to Esdeath.
"Play the tune of our organization." Esdeath gives him her request.
"Teufelslied?"
"Yes. This liquidation is starting to be over now. So play the song of our organization so that any remaining ears know who was here." Esdeath tells Oppenheim. Esdeath turns around and steps outside. As soon she steps outside, Oppenheim begins to play the song Teufelslied on the piano.
All around him as he plays the song of the SS, the gunfire begins to slow down as their liquidation operation of the partisan cell comes to the end. The men of the Eis-Divison begin to tally up the dead, collecting the bodies and taking their belonging that has value. Some were heartbroken to see this, as they themselves have girlfriends, fiances, wives, children, or elderly parents back home. Should they call themselves monsters, or is the term monster not sufficient enough to call themselves for the massacre they were ordered to carry out? But many more were unphased as they were only following orders and following their party's ideological line of eliminating the "pest" and the "inferior race" that dare brings the Aryan race down and threaten the security of their Fatherland. The men of the Eis Divison begin to douse the bodies of the civilians with gasoline and light them aflame, not giving them a burial. Then they begin to burn down many of the huts, but not before looting what they can that is made of gold or has value.
Esdeath herself walks around, humming to the tune as well, and stands in front of the burning pile of corpses, softly smiling. "Hm. Now, this does bring back memories of defeating the Southern Tribes in my old world. But if these so-called partisans gave us some resistance then I would've at least left a couple alive to continue their fight to keep me entertained. But for the most part, the resistance in Eastern Europe is becoming stagnant. Perhaps in the future, they can stand a better chance against me. For my philosophy still stands, the strong survive and the weak die out. As so is the course of nature and is the course of the New World Order to come." Esdeath thinks to herself before giving the order to leave.
As the sound of flames begins to crackle and spread around the camp and on the bodies, Oppenheim looks up and sees two wood carven images. One is the Orthodox cross with the image of Jesus Christ nailed to a crucifix and the second is the Star of David, hand-made by a carpenter. "Please, don't look at me... don't look at me like that." Oppenheim, being a Lutheran himself, tells the two wood carven images, hiding and putting his head down in shame. He continues playing, repeating the final stanzas of Teufelslied before finishing. He finishes and stands up and grabs his MP-40, before heading out and reuniting with his squad.
"That was a wonderful melody, SS-Scharführer." Esdeath complements Oppenheim.
"Thank you, SS-Standartenführerin."
"Good. Now, let us return back with the rest of the division back in Minsk."
"Of course, SS-Standartenführerin." The men of the Eis Divison begin to walk away from the flaming village.
Esdeath turns to Oppenheim and whispers closely to him. "Oh and SS-Scharführer Oppenheim. That pair that you hid inside of that wardrobe. Don't worry about them. As their hut burns, they'll be more or less safe because I froze a part of it." Esdeath tells Oppenheim. Oppenheim continues walking, trying not to show Esdeath any hesitation that she can take any delight in. "Oh well. Just wanted to let you know." Esdeath turns back looking forward as they continue marching through the woods to return back to Minsk.
The morning after the massacre, a small group of partisans comes across the ruined and torched remains of the Jewish and Belarus cell. They become aghast and disgusted by the massacre they've seen. Though it's not on the same level as the massacres done by the Dirlewanger Brigade, the 36th SS Grenadier Divison, it's still relatively normal that is on par with other SS divisions sent on to destroy and liquidate partisan cells or Jewish ghettos. As they scour the remains of the destroyed partisan cell, they come across a destroyed hut with a still-standing wardrobe. He keeps his weapon up and opens the door, being cautious. He opens the door and sees a mother and her three-year-old daughter, who is crying in her mother's arms. The mother is unresponsive but the little girl cautiously pushes herself back.
"No, no. It's alright. I'm a friend." The partisan places his rifle down and reaches his hand out to her. She grabs the arm and she is brought out and lifted up by the partisan. "Hey, I found this girl in this wardrobe. I don't know about her mother?"
"What a shame and a tragedy. She must be the only survivor." The leading partisan responded. "If anyone has a camera use it. These types of attacks shall not go unreported. After that, we cross lines and send these to Stalin with our commissar." The leading partisan ordered his men. After taking several photographic evidence, the partisans leave the destroyed partisan camp, not having time to properly bury the corpses or look for any survivors, whether they be Jew or Slav.
Endnote:
Music you should use at your discretion. Can be found on Youtube. Inspired by the liquidation scene of the Jewish Ghetto from Schindler's list.
Bach - English Suite No. 2 in A minor 1. Prelude
Teufelslied Piano Cover ((REUPLOADED))