WH 40k. Ksun Bakir. Queen without a crown

[Intro - the hum of ancient machines, distant choir] They offered me gold. They offered me a throne. They told me: — A queen must wear a crown. I looked upon the legions stretching to the horizon. And answered: — Why? [Verse I] I need no precious stones For worlds to recognize my face. No throne within an ancient temple — I only need a single word: RISE!!! And millions open their eyes, Green fire tearing through the ages. The tombs are shaking, stone comes alive, When my name thunders across the stars. I do not decorate my body with metal, I do not hide behind symbols of power. My power is will, tempered by pain, older than your kings. [Pre-Chorus - dark, commanding] Do you want to know where my crown is? Look around. At the ranks of my soldiers. At the dead suns. At the thousands of worlds that fall silent when they hear my voice. [Chorus] I am the QUEEN WITHOUT A CROWN! I need no metal upon my head! I am the QUEEN WITHOUT A CROWN! My legions answer me! One word from me — AND THE DEAD SHALL RISE! One command from me — AND THE STARS SHALL DIE! A throne does not create power. Gold does not create a name. I AM KSUN BAKIR! AND THAT IS ENOUGH. [Verse II] I have seen thousands of proud kings, Building their thrones above mankind. Their crowns were shining, fanfares roaring… Now their palaces lie buried beneath the sands. I have seen emperors who called themselves eternal. Prophets who believed themselves chosen. Warlords who thought that fear was power. I outlived them all. So who is the queen now? My warriors need no banners. They need no speeches. They hear my voice. And that is enough to make the planet start to shake. [Chorus] I am the QUEEN WITHOUT A CROWN! I need no gold to rule the dark! I am the QUEEN WITHOUT A CROWN! Millions march behind me! Let your monarchs kiss their thrones! Let your priests forge their halos! All I need is to quietly say: — FORWARD. And my entire dynasty goes to war. [Bridge - music abruptly stops] One day my Cryptek asked: — My Queen, why do you never wear a crown? I answered: — Because it can be taken away. A throne can be destroyed. A banner can be burned. A name can be erased from a monument. But if a million warriors recognize your voice after sixty million years of sleep… you do not need ornaments. [Harsh heavy riff] NECRONS! — KSUN BAKIR! PHALANXES! — KSUN BAKIR! MONOLITHS! — KSUN BAKIR! LEGIONS! — WE HEAR YOU! [Verse III - Faster, More Furious] Across dead plains my procession goes, Each heavy step — an immortal soldier. Scythes are gleaming, gauss cuts through the mist, And every command becomes a plan. Above us, warships cover the dawn, Below them march those death cannot claim. And if the enemy wishes to know How much power I need to conquer a world — I raise my hand. Millions freeze. I lower my hand. And millions march. [Final Chorus - huge choir and orchestra] I am the QUEEN WITHOUT A CROWN! Let the galaxy hear my voice in the dark! I am the QUEEN WITHOUT A CROWN! I need no symbols of power upon me! My crown is — MY LEGIONS! My throne is — A MILLION WORLDS! My banner is — GREEN FIRE! My title is — THE FEAR OF MY ENEMIES! Let the palaces fall! Let the names disappear! As long as my voice is heard — MY DYNASTY LIVES! KSUN! BAKIR! KSUN! BAKIR! QUEEN WITHOUT A CROWN! [Finale - music ends] Leave crowns to those who need to prove that they rule. I prove nothing. I say: — Rise. And the dead world rises with me. [Outro - quiet metallic whisper] A crown rusts. A throne turns to dust. An empire forgets its rulers. But a voice… if it is strong enough… can outlive eternity. I am Ksun Bakir. And I need no crown.