Dan Bull - The Emperor's Light lyrics
Daniel “Dan” Bull
[Dan Bull - The Emperor's Light lyrics]
Darkness, closing in on all sides
I guess, we're in for a wild ride
Chance is, whether we live or die
We will return, to the emperor's light
We gaze on a blazing Cadia, and the remains
Of they who stayed there
We'll take this to the great rift
Crusade against invaders here
If there's a beaten path, we'll stray off
'til we've beaten back the chaos
In an aggrieved imperium
Only the really grievous tactics pay off
We've strolled so far, from Ultramar
We might just fall apart
Hope those bolts will hold
And won't just blow, like Bolter blasts
False alarm, of course we'll force your arm
And cause some harm
On course, to fill corroded souls with holes
Like some unholy autograph
Giving scars, to the darkest
Of Eldar, killing Drukhari
For Marneus Calgar
Certain angels are dark, and have fell
Far, but we're still fighting
With half of our health bar
No healing baths, for the shell shock
This rift's pretty far from a health spa
At most, no stars on hotels
Our apartments are just kind of a cell block
Is that a battle barge
Or in fact a massive Travelodge?
Hear the battle cry of a natural god
I can ride no handle bars
Battle scarred, I've battled hard
Putting Maggotkin back in the tackle box
Like an atom bomb, to a cattle prod
My knack for rhyme's, an actual farce
Darkness, closing in on all sides
I guess, we're in for a wild ride
Chance is, whether we live or die
We will return, to the emperor's light
They are, tearing holes through our hull
Chaos, like a bolt to a skull
Pray now, that our resolve will hold
'Til we're nothing but a floating hulk
These watchers are heartless, see us
Lost in the darkness
For real nothing can startle us
The fleet suffered losses, and countless
Of us are carcasses, officers downed
While hostiles surround us
We're indomitable
These are just common encounters
We will not run aground, you'll
Hear historiters tell of us
Chronicles troubled with doubt
But one thing is obvious now: we're
The ones you struggle without
For forty-one thousand orbit's around Sol
We'll assault 'til the warp is our realm
'Til the souls of our foes all
Drown, or fall to the ground
It's our ultimate vow
We're the Ultramarines
The emperor's sword is unsheathed
On any unfortunate beings, resulting to
Means, that insult or demean
Our dearest leader you'll feel the fear, as
Fleets of soldiers elite, appear from Ether
Peer beneath the sole of your feet
And see the ground just melt around you
A planet's skull is weak
But the soil beneath it is bounteous
So count your blessings, lest you
Get a dressing down, form Adepta Sororitas
Intercepting heretical horrors
Prevent them assembling followers
The sisters of battles' particular knack
Is for pimping out tanks
Into Sistine Chapels
Similarly, send me sixteen smilies
I'll send back sixteen pristine raptures
Fear not, there's a reason we were sent here
Xenos, and Ezekyle's demons needing censure
We will, never sleep, never surrender
We'll keep defeating heathen legions
If it please, our dear emperor
Darkness, closing in on all sides
I guess, we're in for a wild ride
Chance is, whether we live or die
We will return, to the emperor's light
Will war and terror be, all you ever see?
It's been this way, since the Horus Heresy
Even in space there were walls of enemies
The more the merrier, bring them all
I'm ready chief we're done with talking
Send a couple of Thunderhawks in
Come on, we're going to lunge at Gork's Grin
And shove a cork in
We brought in reinforcements
The important names of ages
Whose stories of warding Horus's forces
Adorn the Black Library's pages
Are we giving up? Not today
One last shot through the lost crusade
This ship will rip through the rift
Like a whip to a wrist
Or a moth through flame
Who the man? Guilliman, barely human now
Mother Nature's screwed, no pulling out
Run around, killing the Tyranid, T'au
Fill them with rounds
Whatever they're giving, we're giving it out
Never giving in
Doesn't matter whether or now
We're like imperial fists
Digging and giving them hell
Sticking it out without trigger
Discipline, trigger finger blistering, ow
It's a mystery, how the flipping
Hell we're still about, still in the bout
While they're ringing the bell
We stick around, stick to our ground
No dicking around, we're going to get out
The predicament, amid a thickening cloud
Of sickening sound
So you better be listening out
Particularly well
Else you'll be missing out, wow
Flipping hell
Who is the emperor's chosen poet? Well now
There isn't any doubt
Darkness, closing in on all sides
I guess, we're in for a wild ride
Chance is, whether we live or die
We will return, to the emperor's light
Darkness, closing in on all sides
I guess, we're in for a wild ride
Chance is, whether we live or die
We will return, to the emperor's light
I guess, we're in for a wild ride
Chance is, whether we live or die
We will return, to the emperor's light
We gaze on a blazing Cadia, and the remains
Of they who stayed there
We'll take this to the great rift
Crusade against invaders here
If there's a beaten path, we'll stray off
'til we've beaten back the chaos
In an aggrieved imperium
Only the really grievous tactics pay off
We've strolled so far, from Ultramar
We might just fall apart
Hope those bolts will hold
And won't just blow, like Bolter blasts
False alarm, of course we'll force your arm
And cause some harm
On course, to fill corroded souls with holes
Like some unholy autograph
Giving scars, to the darkest
Of Eldar, killing Drukhari
For Marneus Calgar
Certain angels are dark, and have fell
Far, but we're still fighting
With half of our health bar
No healing baths, for the shell shock
This rift's pretty far from a health spa
At most, no stars on hotels
Our apartments are just kind of a cell block
Is that a battle barge
Or in fact a massive Travelodge?
Hear the battle cry of a natural god
I can ride no handle bars
Battle scarred, I've battled hard
Putting Maggotkin back in the tackle box
Like an atom bomb, to a cattle prod
My knack for rhyme's, an actual farce
Darkness, closing in on all sides
I guess, we're in for a wild ride
Chance is, whether we live or die
We will return, to the emperor's light
They are, tearing holes through our hull
Chaos, like a bolt to a skull
Pray now, that our resolve will hold
'Til we're nothing but a floating hulk
These watchers are heartless, see us
Lost in the darkness
For real nothing can startle us
The fleet suffered losses, and countless
Of us are carcasses, officers downed
While hostiles surround us
We're indomitable
These are just common encounters
We will not run aground, you'll
Hear historiters tell of us
Chronicles troubled with doubt
But one thing is obvious now: we're
The ones you struggle without
For forty-one thousand orbit's around Sol
We'll assault 'til the warp is our realm
'Til the souls of our foes all
Drown, or fall to the ground
It's our ultimate vow
We're the Ultramarines
The emperor's sword is unsheathed
On any unfortunate beings, resulting to
Means, that insult or demean
Our dearest leader you'll feel the fear, as
Fleets of soldiers elite, appear from Ether
Peer beneath the sole of your feet
And see the ground just melt around you
A planet's skull is weak
But the soil beneath it is bounteous
So count your blessings, lest you
Get a dressing down, form Adepta Sororitas
Intercepting heretical horrors
Prevent them assembling followers
The sisters of battles' particular knack
Is for pimping out tanks
Into Sistine Chapels
Similarly, send me sixteen smilies
I'll send back sixteen pristine raptures
Fear not, there's a reason we were sent here
Xenos, and Ezekyle's demons needing censure
We will, never sleep, never surrender
We'll keep defeating heathen legions
If it please, our dear emperor
Darkness, closing in on all sides
I guess, we're in for a wild ride
Chance is, whether we live or die
We will return, to the emperor's light
Will war and terror be, all you ever see?
It's been this way, since the Horus Heresy
Even in space there were walls of enemies
The more the merrier, bring them all
I'm ready chief we're done with talking
Send a couple of Thunderhawks in
Come on, we're going to lunge at Gork's Grin
And shove a cork in
We brought in reinforcements
The important names of ages
Whose stories of warding Horus's forces
Adorn the Black Library's pages
Are we giving up? Not today
One last shot through the lost crusade
This ship will rip through the rift
Like a whip to a wrist
Or a moth through flame
Who the man? Guilliman, barely human now
Mother Nature's screwed, no pulling out
Run around, killing the Tyranid, T'au
Fill them with rounds
Whatever they're giving, we're giving it out
Never giving in
Doesn't matter whether or now
We're like imperial fists
Digging and giving them hell
Sticking it out without trigger
Discipline, trigger finger blistering, ow
It's a mystery, how the flipping
Hell we're still about, still in the bout
While they're ringing the bell
We stick around, stick to our ground
No dicking around, we're going to get out
The predicament, amid a thickening cloud
Of sickening sound
So you better be listening out
Particularly well
Else you'll be missing out, wow
Flipping hell
Who is the emperor's chosen poet? Well now
There isn't any doubt
Darkness, closing in on all sides
I guess, we're in for a wild ride
Chance is, whether we live or die
We will return, to the emperor's light
Darkness, closing in on all sides
I guess, we're in for a wild ride
Chance is, whether we live or die
We will return, to the emperor's light
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