[Intro]
Skulls on the dash
Ash in my lungs
Candles drip black
Choir of the damned hums
[Verse 1]
Step from the drop-pod
Boots hit bone
Chains on my waist
Like a shrine of chrome
I pray in shell casings
Blood on the tome
Every page stamped
"Kill what crawls from the foam"
Hell-gate humming in the cargo bay
Daemons in the dark all mutter my name
Cogboy wired to the rusted frame
Says "brother, if it moves, you burn that thing"
[Chorus]
I’m that war-born motherfucker in the moshpit
Bolter in my hand, rip a hole in the cockpit
Skulls for the throne, yeah, I’m married to the conflict
Rip and tear, in the Emperor’s pulpit
Rip and tear, let the warp get sunlit
Rip and tear, every fiend gets culled quick
[Verse 2]
Cathedral-ship drifting
Organ pipes scream
Gothic steel ribs
In a fever dream
Serfs chant verses
In a dead tongue stream
While I sharpen my teeth
On the edge of a scream
Halo of brass
Over rust-red seas
I wade knee-deep
Through a hive of disease
Daemons do mudras
With a thousand knees
But I cut that dance
At the cartilage, please
[Chorus]
I’m that war-born motherfucker in the moshpit
Bolter in my hand, rip a hole in the cockpit
Skulls for the throne, yeah, I’m married to the conflict
Rip and tear, in the Emperor’s pulpit
Rip and tear, let the warp get sunlit
Rip and tear, every fiend gets culled quick
[Bridge]
[Beat drops to distant toms and low drone]
Third eye blinking in an acid trance
Run ragas round them while the corpses dance
Black-robed choir in a power stance
Sing doom in a loop like a battle-chance (hey!)
Lo-fi crackle on a burning tape
Halo glitching in a viral shape
If hell has levels, I bend that shape
Turn every last gate to a fucking grave
[Chorus]
I’m that war-born motherfucker in the moshpit
Bolter in my hand, rip a hole in the cockpit
Skulls for the throne, yeah, I’m married to the conflict
Rip and tear, in the Emperor’s pulpit
Rip and tear, let the warp get sunlit
Rip and tear, every fiend gets culled quick