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Merry Christmas. Here's some rhymes for the house...
I wish you a merry heresy,
I wish you a merry heresy,
I wish you a merry heresy,
and a big Black Crusade.
What tidings I give,
have killed off your kin.
I wish you a merry heresy,
and a big Black Crusade.
You know that we are winning,
You know that we are winning,
You know that we are winning,
and the Imperium shall fear.
Corruption for you,
now give me your kin.
I wish you a merry heresy,
and death from within.
You know that we are winning,
You know that we are winning,
You know that we are winning,
and that you shall know fear.
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I'm dreaming of a Black Crusade
Just like the corruptions I used to know
Where the Imperium weakens,
and Astartes listen
To hear the Squats die off in the Galactic Core
I'm dreaming of a Black Crusade
With every mortal life that I enslave
May your fate be long and grisly,
And may all your Black Crusades bring pain
I'm dreaming of a Black Crusade
With every world that I send into revolt
May you be shown no mercy in life
And may your quaking body bleed white...
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Hark! the heretic Word Bearer song, -
"Glory to Lord Tubal-Kahn!
Strife on earth, and panic wild,
Targets and bolters reconciled."
Terrorized, all ye armies, rise,
Join the triumph of our lies;
With our heretic host proclaim,
"Death at last is yours to claim."
Hark! the heretic Raptors sing,
"We come as death on silent wings!
Chaos, by highest man adored:
Chaos, our everlasting Lords;
The Imperium we shall overrun,
as Offspring of the favored one.
Veil'd in flesh, the Pantheon sees;
Hail, the Chaos Space marines:
Fleshed with death, we seek our fill,
and on our shoulders paint "kil kil kil!"
Hark! the heretic Havoks sing,
"Eat hot death with our ACs!"
Hail! the much-feared Bearer of Woe!
Hail! the sheep that do not know!
the pain and death that he will bring
to Loyalist Chapters of the Space marines.
Wrapped in glory is Tubal-Kahn,
One better than Horus or Abaddon.:
Born to topple the Imperium,
Born to hear bloody warfare's din.
Hark! the heretic Word Bearers say,
"Glory to our Lord this Black Crusade!
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Here comes Tubal-Kahn, here comes Tubal-Kahn,
And his Black Crusade
Grahamakiah and Namech and their kin,
Are ripping out all your veins!
Ears are ringin', bolters singin'
There is no mercy tonight
Hang yourselves and say your prayers
'Cause Tubal-Kahn arrives tonight!
Here comes Tubal-Kahn, here comes Tubal-Kahn,
With his traitorous men
He's got an altar set up for sacrifice,
He needs your blood again!
Hear your neck snap back, your heart explode,
as they kill everything in sight
So pray for death and pray you're blessed
for the Black Crusade lands tonight!
Here comes Tubal-Kahn, here comes Tubal-Kahn,
on a new Crusade
He doesn't care if you're rich or poor
He'll flay you all the same
Tubal-Kahn knows we're Slaves to Darkness
as terror fills the night
So fill your souls with Chaos worship
And perhaps you'll be spared tonight!
Here comes Tubal-Kahn, here comes Tubal-Kahn,
Your Guardsmen are a joke
Their armour's weak and so's their hearts
And we shall lay them low
Strife on earth will come at last
which Horus could not do
So lets give thanks to the Lord T-K
that the Black Crusade strikes tonight!
End.
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