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At request of one of my listeners    / @luked-st4xu  . Shout out to you mate and i hope i did good job on Aximand. No copyright from my side, since it is all AI except the art. I intent to use pictures under "fair-use" agreement and will list author or location i found it. If you enjoy the music, give like, if not then leave. If you use this music in your own creation, please give a link or name of the song in credits/description. For The Emperor ! Art: Horus Aximand at Warhammer 40k Wiki Lyrics: In the shadow of the Warmaster’s might, Little Horus, a mirrored knight. A captain born in Luna glow, A destiny written in echoes low. Amidst the Great Crusade’s grand symphony, In battles fierce, his loyalty a mystery. With Abaddon, Torgaddon, Loken by his side, In Mournival’s council, where secrets confide. In the battles of Sixty-Three Nineteen’s storm, And Murder’s war, where legends perform. Through the storm of war, his heart remained still, Courage bounded by the Warmaster’s will. Oh Little Horus, heavy halo, why did you bow so low? You held the sun and watched it go, you watched the brothers glow. Dreams bred in metal, dreams of hollow, the lurking man he’d know, Oh Little Horus, heavy halo, betrayed to save the show. On Davin’s moon, a choice was made, The Serpent’s Lodge, where loyalties fade. Erebus counsel whispered low, To heal the Warmaster’s fatal blow. In reluctance he followed the path of the doomed, A shadow wrapped in chaos gloom. Isstvan’s massacre, brothers torn, A captain's blade in crisis worn. Torgaddon fallen, Loken's ghost, Emotions priced, a brother’s boast. Against the tide, spirit wrestles, Inward breaking as conscience settles. Through corruption’s dream, Aximand led, With battle gear and armor bled. In shifting powers, Mournival’s fate, Vacancies filled, distrust innate. Grael’s passed test, Falkus took position, Mournival’s echoes, legacy's mission. Oh Little Horus, heavy halo, why did you bow so low? You held the sun and watched it go, you watched the brothers glow. Dreams bred in metal, dreams of hollow, the lurking man he’d know, Oh Little Horus, heavy halo, betrayed to save the show. The dreams began, a whisper of fate, Apparitions stir behind the gate. The Mournival empty, old comrades gone, In struggles for power, his faith withdrawn. At Dwell’s front, he faced the scorn, Against the Iron Hands and the White Scars’ storm. A blade unmasked, a captain’s face laid bare, Yet in the shadows hope and despair stare. At the helm of chaos, he fights once more, For Horus return, for visions implore. Beta-Garmon’s wound, the legion's fight, In coma's grip, the Warmaster's plight. Aximand stood firm against deceit, Maloghurst’s words found no receipt. In fierce conviction against the tide, A duty to brothers, to kin abide. Oh Little Horus, heavy halo, why did you bow so low? You held the sun and watched it go, you watched the brothers glow. Dreams bred in metal, dreams of hollow, the lurking man he’d know, Oh Little Horus, heavy halo, betrayed to save the show. In Heta-Gladius’s endgame stand, A stubborn heart, a captain's hand. Resistance against the words unsought, In turmoil's tide, Aximand fought. Against whispers' rise when Warmaster fell, Hope in chains amid breach and knell. At Pluto’s gates, the Solar War, Captaining battles in horrors raw. Through Lachrymae’s decks, against Sigismund’s steel, For a blade’s lost hand, for honor’s appeal. At Terra’s siege, where empires fall, In dreams of vengeance, he stands tall. Ere at Saturnine’s gates, the final stand, Where Loken led Death’s killing hand. Crossing lines where dreams conspire, A final confrontation in a world afire. Evoked by whispers, the specter’s breath, A fight for salvation, a dance with death. He bled with evisceration, decapitation’s clean, cold art, The slow intake that haunted him at last released his heart. Mourn-It-All fell to Loken’s hand, the blade that grieved and told, That even mirrored faces split and even mercies sold. Oh Little Horus, heavy halo, why did you bow so low? You held the sun and watched it go, you watched the brothers glow. Dreams bred in metal, dreams of hollow, the lurking man he’d know, Oh Little Horus, heavy halo, betrayed to save the show. So sing for Little Horus, a halo made of rust, A captain who would serve the sun, then kneel where shadows thrust. The lullaby of betrayal hums in the metal’s thin refrain, A king in mimicry of light, drowned out by blood and rain. Oh Little Horus, heavy halo, why did you bow so low? You held the sun and watched it go, you watched the brothers glow. Oh Little Horus, heavy halo, why did you bow so low? You held the sun and watched it go, you watched the brothers glow.