Fire crackles in the warp tonight,
I sharpen my knife on a daemon’s bite,
Got a pot of blood and a pinch of flame,
Every soul I stir forgets its name.
Took a chunk of Khorne for that meaty tang,
Tzeentch’s eyes pop when the ladles clang,
Nurgle’s rot gives the broth some spice,
Ain’t no meal like eternal vice!
[Pre-Chorus]
The Angels weep when they smell my brew,
Screamin’ saints don’t know what to do!
I’m servin’ chaos à la carte,
Taste the warp straight from the heart!
[Chorus]
I’m the chef of damnation —
Cookin’ with annihilation!
In the fire of the Immaterium, I dine!
Souls are screamin’, knives are gleamin’,
My kitchen’s a heretic’s dreamin’ —
Come on, taste that hellspawn brine!
[Verse 2]
I braised a Bloodletter in blessed ale,
Flambéed a Plaguebearer — what a smell!
Deep-fried a Screamer in sacred oil,
And baked a Fiend till it ceased to coil.
Served the Inquisition a “secret stew,”
They said, “Emperor’s light, what’d you do?”
I winked and said, “It’s heresy rare,”
Then poured Warp wine and devil’s glare!
[Pre-Chorus]
From the warp to the wok, I feed the flame,
Every dish screams out my name!
A culinary sin, a daemon’s fate,
Ain’t no feast like the one I plate!
[Chorus]
I’m the chef of damnation —
Cookin’ with annihilation!
In the fire of the Immaterium, I dine!
Souls are screamin’, knives are gleamin’,
My kitchen’s a heretic’s dreamin’ —
Come on, taste that hellspawn brine!
[Bridge – Spoken Growl]
“Order up! One warp-fiend roast,
Two heretics on ghost-toast!
Side of dread, dash of pain,
Eat your sins, and lick the chain!”
[Final Chorus]
I’m the chef of damnation —
A kobold of abomination!
The warp is my oven, the void my flame!
Souls on skewers, blood for butter,
Slaanesh just moans, “Oh, what a supper!”
Feast in hell, and praise my name!
[Outro]
Now the galaxy’s taste is mine…
Every daemon… perfectly brined.
Welcome, mortals, to my brew…
Dinner’s served — and it’s you.
Rivlet001
