Sacrificing Psykers To The Golden Throne Lyrics

The black ship hums, its engines low,

To the Throne, where psykers go.

In iron coffins, we lie and wait,

A thousand souls, resigned to fate.

Enclosed within these walls of steel,

I awaken to a silent reel.

Hands press hard against the glass,

Air grows thin as moments pass.

A silent scream within my mind,

Seeking help, none to find.

Prayers fall flat, hopes cease,

Blasphemies offer no release.

Voices rise in harmony,

Souls entwined in agony.

From distant worlds, we align,

Sacrifice, our voices combine.

Breath is faint,

our time is gone,

In this fate,

We become one.

Fear.

Near.

The end is here,

Cry.

Die.

We unify.

This song will continue for ten thousand years!

This song will continue for ten thousand years!

Our song will continue for ten thousand years!