In the abyss of time, where darkness reigned, the Eldar race itself was heading for destruction. Drowning in debauchery, dying in sin, pain was born, and the world groaned in agony. Oh, Slaanesh, born in torment, created from pain, passion, lust. In the dark Immaterium, you were born, From the souls of the Eldar, you came into the world. At mad feasts, in a dance of lies, Where every moment was filled with emptiness. From groans of pain, from the lust of cries, a god was born in black storm. The eye of horror is the trace of destruction, Eternal flame, eternal suffering. You are the embodiment of all torment, You are the punishment for the sins of generations. In the Warp, a new lord was born, From pain, passion, and the lust of the depths. Galaxies trembled before you, When you came into the world of emptiness. Oh, Slaanesh, born in torment, Forged from pain, passion, and lust. In the dark Immaterium, you were born, From the souls of the Eldar, you came into the world. Now you rule in the realm of suffering, Where there is no end to torment and anguish. You are a god born from vice, You are eternity in a dance without end or time. In the silent void, in the utter darkness, Where souls perish in endless torment. Your cry pierced the reality of the world, And none can escape your power. Where every breath is pain and fear. And there is no end to his terrible days. Oh, Slaanesh, born in torment, Forged from pain, passion, lust. In the dark Immaterium you were born, From the souls of the Eldar you came into the world. He, the god of mad pleasures, His birth is the pain of all generations.
