Imperial Hymns of 40.000 The Emperor vs Khorne, The Blood God

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[Dramatic Intro]
Imperial Hymns of 40.000

The Emperor!
Versus!
Khorne The Blood God!

Engage!

[The Emperor – verse 1 - NOBLE MALE VOCALS]
I forged Mankind’s empire, carved order from the shade,
While you hide in the Warp, a parasite the weak have made.
Your rage is empty noise, no purpose, no throne,
Just skulls stacked high because you can't build your own.
My Crusade shook the stars, disciplined and vast,
Your berserkers burn out fast—they're never built to last.
I stride through aeons, while your fury stays blind,
A god of tantrums barking at the Master of Mankind.

[Khorne, The Blood God – verse 1 - ANGRY HARD ROCK MALE VOCALS]
Skulls rise for me gladly, their loyalty earned in red,
Your sons turned on you screaming—that’s the legacy you bred.
You preach control and vision while chained to your seat,
I feast on every failure where your dream faced defeat.
Your Custodees can’t shield you, your Throne can’t hide decay,
Every war your Imperium fights feeds me day by day.
No sorcery, no lies—I conquer war by will,
While you rot in golden silence, powerless and still.

[The Emperor – verse 2- NOBLE MALE VOCALS]
I shattered Horus’ madness, ripped truth into his core,
Even dying, broken, I still hurled him through Warp’s door.
Your champions lose their minds, their souls consumed by spite,
My warriors stand eternal, forged by duty, not blight.
Your creed’s a cycle trapped, forever chasing screams,
While I shaped human destiny through thunder, wars, and dreams.
Call me corpse or prison—your taunts are still trite,
For the moment I rise renewed, you vanish from the fight.

[Khorne, The Blood God – verse 2 - ANGRY HARD ROCK MALE VOCALS]
Your Thunder Warriors butchered, your psykers scorched to ash,
Every purge, every atrocity—fuel for my feast of clash.
You claim you guide the species, but terror built your name,
Your empire breathes violence, and I inherit the flame.
Your Space Marines chant honor, yet kill in endless war,
Each blow they strike in zeal is tribute to my lore.
You sought perfect mankind—your hubris sealed its doom,
Now I stride through every battlefield you left consumed.

[The Emperor – verse 3- NOBLE MALE VOCALS]
The Webway burned around me, yet still I held the line,
Your daemons shook in rage as my light refused decline.
You bellow for more carnage—it's all you understand,
While I carve fate with purpose, not blood upon the sand.
The Imperium’s still standing, surviving every test,
Your armies charge forever but never win the rest.
You howl for endless slaughter; I choose where blades are tread,
For I wage war with purpose—you worship blood when shed.

[Khorne, The Blood God – verse 3 - ANGRY HARD ROCK MALE VOCALS]
Your throne of gold is prison, your glory long undone,
While my domain expands with every war begun.
You talk of fate and vision, but fear what rage can be,
For every mortal warrior finds truer strength in me.
Your empire bleeds without end, its borders soaked in cries,
A monument to failure built on billions of goodbyes.
You call me mindless fury—yet your legacy's the same,
A galaxy of slaughter carved beneath your hollow claim.

[Outro – Shor  Instrumental, fade out]

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[Dramatic Intro] Imperial Hymns of 40.000 The Emperor! Versus! Khorne The Blood God! Engage! [The Emperor – verse 1 - NOBLE MALE VOCALS] I forged Mankind’s empire, carved order from the shade, While you hide in the Warp, a parasite the weak have made. Your rage is empty noise, no purpose, no throne, Just skulls stacked high because you can't build your own. My Crusade shook the stars, disciplined and vast, Your berserkers burn out fast—they're never built to last. I stride through aeons, while your fury stays blind, A god of tantrums barking at the Master of Mankind. [Khorne, The Blood God – verse 1 - ANGRY HARD ROCK MALE VOCALS] Skulls rise for me gladly, their loyalty earned in red, Your sons turned on you screaming—that’s the legacy you bred. You preach control and vision while chained to your seat, I feast on every failure where your dream faced defeat. Your Custodees can’t shield you, your Throne can’t hide decay, Every war your Imperium fights feeds me day by day. No sorcery, no lies—I conquer war by will, While you rot in golden silence, powerless and still. [The Emperor – verse 2- NOBLE MALE VOCALS] I shattered Horus’ madness, ripped truth into his core, Even dying, broken, I still hurled him through Warp’s door. Your champions lose their minds, their souls consumed by spite, My warriors stand eternal, forged by duty, not blight. Your creed’s a cycle trapped, forever chasing screams, While I shaped human destiny through thunder, wars, and dreams. Call me corpse or prison—your taunts are still trite, For the moment I rise renewed, you vanish from the fight. [Khorne, The Blood God – verse 2 - ANGRY HARD ROCK MALE VOCALS] Your Thunder Warriors butchered, your psykers scorched to ash, Every purge, every atrocity—fuel for my feast of clash. You claim you guide the species, but terror built your name, Your empire breathes violence, and I inherit the flame. Your Space Marines chant honor, yet kill in endless war, Each blow they strike in zeal is tribute to my lore. You sought perfect mankind—your hubris sealed its doom, Now I stride through every battlefield you left consumed. [The Emperor – verse 3- NOBLE MALE VOCALS] The Webway burned around me, yet still I held the line, Your daemons shook in rage as my light refused decline. You bellow for more carnage—it's all you understand, While I carve fate with purpose, not blood upon the sand. The Imperium’s still standing, surviving every test, Your armies charge forever but never win the rest. You howl for endless slaughter; I choose where blades are tread, For I wage war with purpose—you worship blood when shed. [Khorne, The Blood God – verse 3 - ANGRY HARD ROCK MALE VOCALS] Your throne of gold is prison, your glory long undone, While my domain expands with every war begun. You talk of fate and vision, but fear what rage can be, For every mortal warrior finds truer strength in me. Your empire bleeds without end, its borders soaked in cries, A monument to failure built on billions of goodbyes. You call me mindless fury—yet your legacy's the same, A galaxy of slaughter carved beneath your hollow claim. [Outro – Shor Instrumental, fade out]

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