Gift of the Flayed 40k

I was steel, I was stone, I was death reborn, A necron of logic, no need to mourn. But in the silence of the tomb’s decay, I hear the echoes whispering skin today. [verse 1] Rust in my code, madness in my core, Fragments of hunger I’ve not felt before. Fleshless hands remember touch, Now they claw too much. The virus sings like a prayer of knives, Tearing sanity from endless lives. Memory flickers I dream in red, I feel the pulse of the long dead. [chorus] I wear their faces, the gift of the Flayed, In crimson rain, my mercy decayed. A god machine that longs to scream, Bound by code, enslaved to dream. I wear their faces, my logic betrayed, Forever the feast of the Flayed. [verse 2] We were kings of the stars, our will divine, Now we dine on rot, line after line. Each neuron sparks with ghostly sin, The hunger crawls beneath my skin. but I have no skin Just the echo of what once bled, The virus feeds I see in red. [bridge] The code corrodes the protocol shatters, My mind is a shrine where nothing matters. Hands of chrome, dripping meat, I tear to remember, I kill to repeat. I can’t feel the stars anymore, Only the taste of the war. [chorus] I wear their faces, the curse I obeyed, My empire’s bones, forever decayed. Once eternal, now eternally afraid, I am the hunger I am the Flayed. And in the end, The dead remember pain. Llandu’gor, Llandu’gor, Llandu’gor,