Warhammer 40.000 music - Seal of the Nameless Sentinel (Lyrics in description) скачать в хорошем качестве

Warhammer 40.000 music - Seal of the Nameless Sentinel (Lyrics in description)

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: Grey Knight by Zhang Bozi Lyrics: Before the throne of the Father, where gods bent their knee, A Dark Angel without name walked into destiny. He shed his colours, he shed his past, For rites of ward and the die they cast. In Titans’ dawn, where will was judged, He learned the wards that demons grudged. Epimetheus — a mantle worn, A silent oath in a universe torn. Eight seals upon the rift, eight truths untold, One stood watch through ages cold. For ten millennia he lay, Frozen light in Pythos’ grey. Oh Epimetheus, anchor of dread, You bore the ward while hope lay dead. From silent sleep your blade awoke, Beneath demon-flame and tyrant’s yoke. Oh Epimetheus, nameless no more, You rise — yet what fate waits in store? When Abaddon’s hordes sought the Cache once sealed, You rose with wrath that time had steeled. You carved through cult and demon spawn, Till seal’s last breath was nearly gone. And when the daemon spoke its name, You struck it dead with ritual flame. Yet victory turned to chains of iron black, When the Vengeful Spirit bore you back. His black carapace was torn away, His progenoid taken where foul hands play. Tongue cut out, eyes and mouth sewn tight, A blank grafted to steal his psychic light. A gift to Fulgrim, a vessel to bind, A heartbreak tender to Chaos’ mind. Oh Epimetheus, burdened by fate, A hero once, now chained by hate. Yet even in torment, a spark remains, A whisper of steel that still sustains. Oh Epimetheus, though pain be yours, Your name still cuts the demon’s course. So sing of the nameless knight who stood, At the edge of void where mortal never could. His story unfinished, yet ever grim — The sentinel sworn, though his light grows dim.