Thy Craft is Death
Desolation and fear
It’s everything that surrounds you
Your encased in shrapnel
As the debris fall around you
The stench of death and the reek of victory - It all fills the air
This battle is over, with no one left to stare
I drench myself in the blood of the corpses, for my work is done here
I bathe in the entrails of xenos, for my craft is death
Burn - I Burn away your skin
Your boiled alive, flayed upon my sight
Lacerations, I cut away your flesh
Chains from the chainsword, slice away at your neck
Traitors Shall Burn
Pained and tortured souls combined
Waiting for their burning demise
I'll make you feel the emperor's wrath
Where's your fucking god on this path?
Burn - suffer! feel the fire
Burn away your skin, my desire
Die - bleed! feel the pain
Slice away your skin with my chains
Suffer and burn away, your body feels the hate
Joyous day at last! With your head on a pike
Plagued guts and torn cunts, I do care not whom I kill
Traitorous or treasonous you're all the same to me
Suffer, burn! Do it again! I await the day when you're headless
Gurgle blood, cough cancer! I care not for you, I just answer
I'll make you feel the emperor's wrath!
Where's your fucking god on this path?
Where's your fucking god on this path?
Where's your fucking god on this path?
Where's your fucking god?
Where's your fucking god?
Where's your fucking god?
Where's your fucking god on this path?
In Servitude We Stand
In the name of the Emperor
We serve til’ death
Our only duty is for mankind
We have no final breath
In Terra’s light we are
And we always will be
There is no say in this
In servitude we stand!
We live our lives today
But tomorrow we’re dead
We fight in the Emperor’s name
In servitude we stand
There never was an option
There never will be
We’ll always fight for him
In servitude we stand
In servitude we stand
We give our final breath
In servitude we stand
There is no other way
Desolation and beasts of prey
We follow through with them all
We fight and kill in his name
There will be no fall
Our lives were never ours
Nothing changes today
We serve the Emperor
In servitude is death
We live our lives today
Tomorrow we’ll be dead
We fight in his name today
In servitude we stand
There never was an option
There never will be
We always fight for him again
In servitude we stand
Now fight!
At What Expense?
Life upon this holy land
In the Emperor's name we stand
Wading through shit to survive
An endless pool of plague and demise
This holy war we fight along
Told to sing one single song:
«The Emperor protects,
In his name, do we fight and stand»
But at what cost do we survive?
Trillions of people just die
But at what expense are we living?
We are the oppressors, admit it
Life is so expendable, why don't we just die?
Killers of Imperial name, we just live to fight
Many dead, too many to count, they were never alive
The smell of rot, the smell of death, the smell of shit on every breath
Forever we will rot
Forever we will burn
Forever we will suffer
Together we die
Forever we will rot
Forever we will burn
Forever we will suffer
Together we die
Contorted by Plague
Plague boils about to burst
Skinless, rotting, body hurts
Pus, maggot-filled holes
Twisted, plagued, Nurgle’s curse
Dreams, of life in a grave
Dead before I awake
Agony and dread
Pain upon my head
Awake inside a grave
Contorted by the plague
Life inside the grave
I’ll die this very day
Twisted, Nurgle’s curse
Contorted by the plague
Agony and dread
Pain upon my head
Awake inside a grave
Contorted by the plague
Hymn of the Emperor
Terra, forever growing old
May your tales be heard
For those whom don’t believe
May thou guide them to peace
War, forever growing dead
For that is how it ends
Thy craft commit to death
Emperor, guide my hands
Heresy! Take them all to death
No more shall they breathe
Thou condemned
For that’s what’s meant to be
The book, of prayer
Sing this now to me
Emperor take my soul
...And Their Legacy Still Lives On
Born and made for war
Hell - no less nor more
Best of the best
Soldiers of the galaxy
Cadians march, Cadians fall and fight
Planet destroyed but never destroyed their might
Continue on and kill again
For this is war that will not end
Their legacy lives on, they fight again for millennia
Their lives they care not, for war is their purpose
Their legacy lives on, forever more they fight
Their legacy lives on, for now is thy time to kill
Die and live for war, serve the holy Emperor
In Terra's light they sore, fighting off thy traitors
Thy duty for mankind, thy life for the imperium
Thy world over mind, thy service to the Emperor
Thy legacy live on, thy craft still live on
Thy world in your hands, serve thy holy lord
War Eternal
Millenniums of war
Destroyed planets
Countless lives lost
Never ending damage
Imperial reign
Chaos throes
Worlds of plague
Man gone rogue
Death was never coming
For it was already here
Graves were never dug
For we’ve already been living in one
Planets, lives, cities and more
Everything’s been destroyed
Plague, murder, and slavery
It’s all we’re let to enjoy
The peace will never come
Upon us is eternal warfare
Our worlds, all smashed to dust
Upon us is mankind’s dark age
We’re born inside a grave
Upon us is eternal warfare
Born into guaranteed death
Upon you is eternal warfare
Millenniums of war
Destroyed planets
Death is now a bliss
And life - now a damage
Damnation and Hel
All things come to an end
It’s finally time
For all life to die