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#Ghazghkull #Thraka #warhammer40k Lyrics (Verse 1) Out from the ashes of Gorkamorka’s flame, Rises a legend, a name none can tame. Prophet of the Waaagh! with eyes fierce and red, Bringing war that the humies dread. Iron jaw, fist raised to the sky, The battle hymn roars as planets cry. Black and green, a tide surging through, With banners of bones and scrap anew. (Chorus 1) Ghazghkull Thraka, the storm of green, Breaker of worlds, a living machine. Armored and brutal, cunning as a beast, For the Waaagh! never ceases, it’s never at peace. (Verse 2) On Armageddon’s soil, a war yet untold, Countless lives for Mork and Gork to behold. Blood and steel, the Orks never tire, To the beat of dakka, an inferno of fire. Strategic yet savage, a mind so sharp, Every battle cry echoes like a warp-harp. From the hives to the wastes, a siege complete, Imperial hearts thunder, a terrified beat. (Chorus 2) Ghazghkull Thraka, prophet of doom, Leading the Waaagh! with a deafening boom. Victory or death, it’s all the same, For the Warboss knows only one game. (Verse 3) Blessed by visions, by the gods who scheme, Gork’s wrath, Mork’s guile in an endless dream. Twice-claimed by fate, with pain reborn, Wired in iron, a king of the storm. Tekboyz cheer, Mekboyz scream, Under his gaze, all dare not dream. Human generals curse his name, But Ghazghkull’s laughter plays the game. (Chorus 3) Ghazghkull Thraka, scourge of the stars, Commanding his horde, wrecking all bars. He’ll lead them till every sector’s red, ‘Cause a true Ork lives only to spread dread. (Outro) So heed the thunder, heed the drums, Waaagh! Ghazghkull, the reckoning comes. With a roar that splits both night and day, He’s the Warboss, in Orky sway. Skulls will pile, the banners will rise, Under the watch of crimson eyes. Armageddon knows his name by heart, Ghazghkull Thraka, master of art.