Herman Willem Daendels (21 October 1762 – 2 May 1818) was a Dutch politician who served as the 36th Governor General of the Dutch East Indies between 1808 and 1811.
Born in Hattem, Netherlands, on 21 October 1762, Daendels was the son of Burchard Johan Daendels, the mayoral secretary, and Josina Christina Tulleken. He studied law at the University of Harderwijk, acquiring his doctorate on 10 April 1783.
In 1785, he sided with the Patriots, who had seized power in several Dutch cities. In 1786 he defended the city of Hattem against stadholderian troops. In 1787, he defended Amsterdam against the Prussian army that invaded the Netherlands to restore William V of Orange. After William V was in power again, he fled to France because of a death sentence. Daendels was a close witness to the French revolution.
He returned to the Netherlands in 1794, as a general in the French revolutionary army of general Charles Pichegru and commander of the Batavian Legion. Daendels helped unitarian politician Pieter Vreede to power in a coup d'état on 25 January 1798. The group behind Vreede was dissatisfied with the conservative-moderate majority in parliament, which tried to prevent the formulation of a more democratic, centralistic constitution. The reign of Vreede did not bring the expected results, however, and Daendels supported another coup d'état against Vreede on 14 June 1798. In the Batavian Republic Daendels occupied several political offices, but he had to step down when he failed to prevent the Anglo-Russian Invasion of Holland in 1799, and he became a farmer in Heerde, Gelderland.
Inside the shelter's walls
detonating thoughts of chaos
Kneeling down before their gods
armed and ready to explode
Soon will be their time to show
the hate they feel you can't ignore
Levels go from green to red
steel and flesh cutting through the air
One sick mind who's not afraid of death
Higher forces decide their fate
suicides display their rage
The only way to survive is to run away
All hail the glory of sickness
hiding and bleeding you'll see it
"Drain the blood from their veins,
they are the enemy - the enemy of the faith"
Hand-tailored vest filled with explosives
- five kilos of nails
Target in sight, too late to escape
All hail the glory of sickness
hiding and bleeding you'll feel it
Blood and stones are raining from the sky
pressure breaking walls and window glass
One man got sickest victory