A rythmic chant in blue-blood mansions
Maddening sigils, secret companions
A ritual, calling the warp-spawn
Bringing forth the Architects dawn
An enchanting scent empowering desire
Lust feeds him, they cannot deny her
The Witch and the Demon serve at the leisure
Of the excess perfection, the Prince of Pleasure
They would see us dead and gone
For a corpse on the gilded throne
Fall upon them in numbers legion
The True Powers chosen ones
First the miasma fills every space
Come feel Grandfathers embrace
The Guard approaches with rotting devils
Inflict blessings as the Lord of Plague wills
They would see us dead and gone
For a corpse on the gilded throne
Fall upon them in numbers legion
The True Powers chosen ones
From raging skies, a rain of metal
Disgorging war, a host demented
A baying horde screaming for blood
For lives, for skulls for the pile of the War-God
They would see us dead and gone
For a corpse on the gilded throne
Fall upon them in numbers legion
The True Powers chosen ones
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A rythmic chant in blue-blood mansions
Maddening sigils, secret companions
A ritual, calling the warp-spawn
Bringing forth the Architects dawn
An enchanting scent empowering desire
Lust feeds him, they cannot deny her
The Witch and the Demon serve at the leisure
Of the excess perfection, the Prince of Pleasure
They would see us dead and gone
For a corpse on the gilded throne
Fall upon them in numbers legion
The True Powers chosen ones
First the miasma fills every space
Come feel Grandfathers embrace
The Guard approaches with rotting devils
Inflict blessings as the Lord of Plague wills
They would see us dead and gone
For a corpse on the gilded throne
Fall upon them in numbers legion
The True Powers chosen ones
From raging skies, a rain of metal
Disgorging war, a host demented
A baying horde screaming for blood
For lives, for skulls for the pile of the War-God
They would see us dead and gone
For a corpse on the gilded throne
Fall upon them in numbers legion
The True Powers chosen ones
Maddening sigils, secret companions
A ritual, calling the warp-spawn
Bringing forth the Architects dawn
An enchanting scent empowering desire
Lust feeds him, they cannot deny her
The Witch and the Demon serve at the leisure
Of the excess perfection, the Prince of Pleasure
They would see us dead and gone
For a corpse on the gilded throne
Fall upon them in numbers legion
The True Powers chosen ones
First the miasma fills every space
Come feel Grandfathers embrace
The Guard approaches with rotting devils
Inflict blessings as the Lord of Plague wills
They would see us dead and gone
For a corpse on the gilded throne
Fall upon them in numbers legion
The True Powers chosen ones
From raging skies, a rain of metal
Disgorging war, a host demented
A baying horde screaming for blood
For lives, for skulls for the pile of the War-God
They would see us dead and gone
For a corpse on the gilded throne
Fall upon them in numbers legion
The True Powers chosen ones
Writer: Fredrik Hansen
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